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Three's A Crowd

By: JohnB73



Tabby was laughing at Charlie's joke, while Ellie mixed another drink at the small bar in his loft. It was a lush, comfortable place with large, cushy chairs and a great soft monster of a sofa. The fireplace crackled in the background, nearly drowned out by the music of the Indigo Girls, who strummed and sang from the stereo. Ellie looked Charlie over, and smiled as she felt her cheeks grow warm. He was handsome, pale blond, and had the most amazing blue eyes. His face was animated as he spoke, and she felt her eyes closing in on his lips, leading her to wonder how they would feel on her own lips, neck, and other wonderful places. She shuddered, smiling as hot tingles went through her lean body.

Okay, how about a game of Truth or Dare?" Charlie asked the two ladies, winking and sipping his drink. The suggestion was greeted with enthusiastic cheers.

"I'll go first." Tabby said. The buxom blonde stroked her full lips with one finger as she thought for a moment. "Charlie, truth or dare?"

"Truth." he replied.

"What is the most public place you've ever had sex?" she asked, a wicked smile on her face. Ellie crowed laughter. Tabby always got like this after a couple of drinks. When she was stone cold sober, she could be a preacher's daughter, but within the span of four drinks, she could change into such a nymph!

"Does that include oral sex?" Charlie asked after a brief pause.

"Yes."

"A library parking lot. An old girlfriend gave me head there in my car once." he said, smiling. "Ellie, truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Have you ever kissed another girl?" Charlie asked.

"Only my mother!" Ellie exclaimed, laughing.

"But not in a sexual way, ever?" he queried, raising his eyebrows at her.

"Nope, not yet. Maybe I would sometime, I dunno." she said with a casual shrug. "Tabby, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Tabby replied, dropping her voice to a sexy purr and batting her lashes at Charlie, who winked at her.

"Hmm...I don't know what to dare you!" she said, giggling. It was true, though, because Tabby was so uninhibited that almost no dare could make her blush. The others laughed with her, and she found some of her composure again after a moment of mirth. "Okay, Tabby! I dare you to do a lapdance for Charlie for one full minute."

"Oh, twist my arm while you're at it!" Tabby said with a lusty laugh, and stood up, walking closer to Charlie. Parting his knees with her hands, she began to sway in front of him, her hands drifting gently up her hips and belly, then up her ribs and spiralling slowly over her full breasts, which her white peasant blouse barely hid.

Charlie felt the heat coming off her in waves, and it excited him too, in spite of the soothing effect of the drinks he'd already put away. As she turned around and ground her soft ass against his crotch, he felt himself spring to full mast. She just looked over her shoulder at him and pursed her lips in a kissing gesture. He tilted his head back and sighed loudly.

Ellie watched, fascinated by how fluidly Tabby moved, and how easily she had gotten Charlie aroused. She could feel the chemistry in the room, almost like an electric tingle along the nape of her neck. She wet her dry lips with her tongue, and swept her long black hair from her face, so it would stop getting in her eyes. This sight turned her on too much to miss.

"Hey, Ellie. I dare you to come over here and try this." Tabby said, smirking in challenge. Ellie's heart thumped, and she found herself on her feet and moving before she knew it. Tabby stepped out of the way, and Ellie moved to where her friend had stood. Wiggling her ass in front of Charlie, she swayed it from side to side, lowering it until it brushed his hard cock from the left, then the right, then the left again. Turning around, she braced her hands on the arms of the chair he sat on, and lowered her head down to his crotch. In a slow circle, she rubbed the crown of her head against the hard member that strained to escape his pants. Charlie groaned deeply at the friction, feeling wild pulses shooting through his whole body. Reaching out, he lifted her head up, and drew her slowly up his body. The kiss was amazing, their tongues twisting like serpents in the heated caves of their mouths.

As Ellie gave herself to the kiss, she felt Tabby close in from behind her, arms wrapping around her waist. One hand gently squeezed one of her modestly sized, but sensitive breasts, while the other massaged her inner thigh. Ellie moaned into Charlie's mouth from the pileup of sensations. He drew out of the kiss for a moment to see what had happened, and smiled hungrily at the sight of two women entwined right before his own eyes.

Tabby moved first, in drawing her two friends to the huge sofa, where she pushed Charlie down onto his back. He looked up at her as she slipped the peasant blouse off her shoulders, revealing even more of her amazing alabaster bosom to him. She knelt above him and lowered her swaying breasts down to his mouth. He pulled the thin cloth of the shirt out of his way, and started kissing and licking her braless breasts and the flesh in between them fervently. At the same time, Ellie was busying herself in undoing Charlie's jeans. When she pulled them off him, his rock hard cock sprang out at her. She gasped at the sight of it, seven inches long if it was one, and thick. She reached for it, wrapping one dainty hand around it, and heard him moan into Tabby's chest. Smiling, she began to stroke the shaft while teasing the head with her soft lips and wet tongue.

Ellie turned Tabby around and pushed her gently backwards, so that she was now kneeling over Charlie's face, with her face towards his feet. Ellie shed her own faded denim jeans and knelt over his cock, guiding it to her own hot sex with her hand. Tabby quickly took her cue and rose, undoing and then shedding her pants as well. She knelt down again, to feel Ellie pushing down firmly on her shoulder, so that her hot nether lips made electrifying contact with Charlie's mouth. She moaned as he began kissing and licking her wet pussy. In passion's heat, Tabby reached out for Ellie, pulling her close for a deep kiss. There was surprise in Ellie's eyes at first, both from the heated kiss and the stretching that Charlie's cock was giving her pussy as she kept dropping her hips onto him, filling herself with his hot, hard meat. The shock gave way to bliss as Tabby's hands lifted her blouse and caressed her breasts, rubbing her stiffening nipples gently.

The three of them rocked like that, the two girls kissing and stroking each others' bodies, Tabby being treated by Charlie's skilled tongue, and Ellie impaling herself deeply on his swollen cock. Charlie began to moan into Tabby's pussy, and he slapped one hand against the sofa cushion. They both knew what he was signalling, and nodded to each other. They both dismounted him and curled up at his crotch, each of them wrapping a hand around his pulsing organ. As their slick hands stroked him, they drew their faces in close, mouths open, tongues flicking hungrily at his member.

He couldn't stand it any longer, and a huge surge of pleasure shook his body as his cum erupted, spraying in thick white streams into first Tabby's mouth, then Ellie's. A few errant droplets landed on their cheeks and chins, but they only smiled at each other and lapped them off each others' faces, sharing every ounce of his hot offering. He trembled, reaching down to smooth the hair of these two sexy, wild girls, and his eyes drifted slowly closed. He relaxed into sleep, while Tabby and Ellie got up to their feet.

"That love potion I spiked his drink with really worked! I wasn't sure it would, you know?" Ellie said, excited. Reaching for her jacket, she drew their pentacle necklaces out of the inside pocket. She put Tabby's necklace on for her, and then Tabby moved to return the favor.

"Well, now we really have shared everything, Ellie, and you've come into more of your own gifts. Do you regret this at all?" Tabby asked, the sex-crazed nymphet now gone, replaced by a more serious young lady.

"No, it was wild, and fun! Maybe he'd like to do it again sometime?" Ellie asked brightly.

"I wouldn't doubt it! It's every guy's fantasy, you know. I'll leave my number for him, I know he'll use it in the next couple of days." she replied, laughing softly. They dressed quietly, and Tabby blew the sleeping form on the sofa a kiss. Ellie smiled, and did likewise before turning to Tabby and catching her hazel eyes in her own blue ones.

"No matter who else we're with, or what happens, I love you. Only you." Ellie said seriously.

"And I love you too, Ellie. Next time, I get to fuck him, but I only love you." Tabby replied, her eyes shining happily. After one more lingering kiss, the two young witches let the door close softly after them, and went back to tell their coven about the whole experience. But that is, of course, another story.

   END.

Three's a Crowd



*Note to readers: For anyone who thinks a man could convince his wife to have a threesome in a single conversation either isn't married or that person lives in a fantasy world. Most women would absolutely shut the idea down the first time it was mentioned. Others, like Jill Winslow, would need a lot of time and a lot of convincing to agree to it. They'd have a lot of questions and a lot of concerns. 

Oh, sometimes erotic stories don't have the typical ending you expect.

*****

Jill had been back for a week and still not called her best friend. No matter how much she loved her, she was really dreading this call. But she couldn't put it off any longer so she punched in her number and waited for her to pick up.

"Hey! It's about time you called me. I want details! How was it?"

"It was really a lot of fun. We saw pretty much everything there is to see in in Italy from the Vatican to the Leaning Tower of Pisa to the canals in Venice."

"That sound so romantic!"

Jill had no interest in revealing just how unromantic their week-long vacation had been. It was a ten-year, second-honeymoon vacation and it should have been very romantic...or at least satisfying. But it was such a disappointment she could barely even think about it, let alone share her frustrations with her best friend. She'd confided in Lori over the years just as she had in Jill. But this was different. Things seemed so hopeless and what good would it do to verbalize her feelings? Especially when she couldn't even sort out exactly what it was she'd been feeling.

Maybe it was just the kind of thing every couple experienced after being together that many years, but Jill had this...feeling. Call it women's intuition or whatever you like, but she could just tell something was wrong. In her heart of hearts she couldn't let herself believe her husband could cheat on her, but what else could possibly explain the way he ignored her now? 

Although all of her friends and co-workers let her know she was an attractive woman, she didn't need their confirmation. She wasn't vain, but she very well aware she was a good-looking woman. People just intuitively know where they are on the pecking ladder of life. Whether it's looks, intelligence, wealth, popularity, or even fitness, people understand without being told where they stand relative to others of their age and gender. And Jill Winslow was what her husband, Jordan, called an 'uninflated 8.' 

She laughed to herself when she thought of how he explained the 1-10 ratings of hot-or not women. According to him, people tended to add at least one point and many awarded an extra two or three to anyone they found even attractive. Therefore, many nines were actually sixes or sevens and so on. In Jordan's mind, the most attractive person in any given high school was an eight, not a ten. And even though Jill hated the whole silly rating thing, she was flattered when Jordan told his friends he thought Jill was that hot. 

Judging by the way men still came on to her, she had to at least assume Jordan was in the ballpark. And yet, he just didn't seem to care anymore. They'd gone from having sex 5-6 times a week when they were engaged to 3-4 times a week the first few years of marriage to once or twice a week to now...maybe twice a month. Maybe. What drove her crazy was that Jill thought Jordan was also an 'uninflated 8.' He was just so handsome and she not only loved him, she was still very much in love with him. And to make matters worse, she knew he was spending more and more time looking at pornography of some kind on his laptop. 

She was no prude. Jill had no issue with pornography, per se. If women wanted to make money using their bodies, that was their business. As a Libertarian, she'd even be fine with legalized prostitution anywhere in the country. Well, as long as her husband stayed the hell away from them. For that matter, she believed drugs should also be legal and controlled by the FDA. So it wasn't an issue of morality, it was more the kind of thing that made her ask what it was those women provided her husband that she wasn't providing. 

"Well, to tell you the truth, Lori, it was kind of a bust in the romance department."

"Oh, Jill, I'm so sorry! That's just awful. I mean, you guys go on the most romantic vacation imaginable and it turns out to be a disappointment. Somehow, that just doesn't seem fair." 

Jill knew Lori wanted to know specifics, but she also knew her best friend well enough to know she wouldn't ask. They had a few generic conversations on the topic in the past and those gave Lori Taylor a pretty good idea of what was going on. Or more specifically, what wasn't going on.

"After the things we've talked about before, I really hoped this vacation would you know, jump start things for you guys again. Sometimes, all it takes is getting away to a motel or going on a vacation to rekindle the flame. But if Rome didn't do it...I'm just so sad for you, hon," Lori told her sincerely.

"I can't stop thinking he's having an affair," Jill said somberly. "There's nothing to indicate he is like, you know, staying late or text messages coming in at all hours or a strange perfume on his clothes. There's no evidence of any kind, but I just can't shake this feeling."

"I'm guessing you tried the sexy lingerie or high heels or whatever he likes thing already?"

"I brought three sexy new outfits with us and he barely noticed. He just kept telling me he was tired. Who gets tired on vacation?"

"You already wear the things you said he likes most of the time—and you look amazing, by the way—so if it isn't an affair, then I just don't get it." Lori sat there for a moment then said, "Maybe he has low-T."

"What's lowtee?" Jill asked.

"Low-T. L-O-W T. They have commercials for it all the time. You know, low testosterone levels. Could it be something like that? If it is, it might be as simple as taking a pill or a shot. Seems like it'd be worth checking it out, don't you think?"

Jill sighed and said, "Maybe. I never thought of that. If a man's levels drop with age then I guess that could be it. But Jordan's only 35. Do you really think it could that at his age?"

"I don't know," Lori told her honestly. "But I do know if my husband was ignoring me that much, I'd drag his ass to the doctor and get it checked out immediately!"

Jill finally managed a small laugh. "You keep me sane, Lori. I don't know what I'd do without you. I guess I'd better run. Thanks for listening, okay?"

"Anytime, hon!" Lori told her as they both hung up.

When Jordan got home around 6 o'clock, Jill had dinner ready with a bottle of their favorite wine.

"Wow! Something smells great," he told her as he sat his things on the counter and gave his wife a peck on the cheek.

"I thought you might like something other than pasta after our week in Italy," she said. "Good old fashioned fried chicken and mashed potatoes and gravy."

"My all-time favorite. Very nice!" he told her.

After dinner, Jill poured each of them another glass of white wine and asked Jordan to sit with her on the couch. "Honey, I've got a ton of papers to grade."

"This won't take long. Come on, sit down with me so we can talk."

Jordan sat next to her and sat his wine glass on the coffee table. "Am I in trouble?" he asked jokingly.

"That depends," she said as she took a drink of the chardonnay.

"On?"

"I don't want you to get upset with me when I ask you something, okay?" she said setting the stage.

"I guess that depends on the question. This sounds serious. What is it you want to ask me?"

Jill set her glass down, too, then looked directly at her husband and said, "Are you...seeing someone else? Are you having an affair?"

Jordan's eyes opened wide in astonished disbelief. "What? Are you serious? Jill, what in the world would make you think that?" he said with genuine incredulity.

"Honey, we just went on a vacation to Italy and you barely even touched me!"

"Wait just a minute. I believe we made love the night after we got there. Did you forget that or something?" he said defensively.

"Oh, right. One time in seven days. And how many days had it been before that, Jordan? And we've been back for a week now so it's been nearly two weeks again since the last time."

"You're keeping track of the days between our love making now?"

"Somebody has to around here. Lord knows you must not be. I don't get it. Am I unattractive to you or something? You used to not be able to keep your hands off of me. What's changed?"

"Nothing's changed," he said very unconvincingly.

"Lori thinks you might have Low-T."

Jordan bristled. "You told Lori about our love life? Jesus, Jill. What's wrong with you?" he said with a bit of an edge to his voice.

"The better question is what's wrong with you, honey? It's not normal for a man your age to show virtually no interest in his wife. And you didn't answer my question. Do you find me unattractive? Are you tired of my hairstyle or something? Do you want me to dye it or bleach it to spice things up? Is it the kind of clothes I wear? I mean, I try to wear what you like fairly often but lately, nothing seems to matter. So what's going on?"

"I told you, nothing," he said again. Jill noticed he didn't look at her when he answered.

"Jordan? Are you having an affair? Yes or no?"

"No! For God's sake, Jill. I am NOT having an affair. Jesus!"

"Am I unattractive to you?"

"No! You're beautiful. How could you even think that?"

"Then what in God's name is going on here? Why are you no longer interested in me? Talk to me. Please!"

"I really have to get these papers graded. The kids turned them in the day after we left and I have to get them back to them. Can we do this later? Please?"

"Later or never?" she said caustically as she picked up her glass and went to the living room. She turned on the television but had no idea what was on. Her husband was either lying to her or he wasn't telling her something which was a form of lying. Neither choice was a good one, but she needed to hear the truth no matter what it might be.

That night Jill put on Jordan's favorite thing in the bathroom right after he went to bed then slid in next to him. "Make love to me," she whispered as she reached for his cock. She held it and stroked it as she kissed him but she got very little response. "Looks like you need some help," she said as she pulled back the covers and made her way to the middle of his body.

She took his flaccid member into her mouth and went to work. He'd been slow to respond lately, but this was ridiculous. After two minutes of trying Jill gave up. She sat up and said, "And you tell me nothing is wrong. If this is physical, we can get help. But if it's me..." She felt herself choke up as she tried to continue speaking. "Or if you are having an affair..." She began to sob as she said, "Then you have to tell me. Jordan, this is killing me! I love you and I need you to love me."

He sat up and offered her his arms. She fell into them and continued to sob heavily. "It isn't you, honey. And I am not having an affair. I swear. I have no interest in any other woman. I never have and I never will."

His words helped Jill stop sobbing but she couldn't completely stop crying. "Then what is it? What in the world is going on? You can't keep telling me it's nothing when I'm giving you a blow job and wearing this has no effect on you. I can't stand this, honey. Please, I'm begging you, tell me what's wrong."

He lay back and pulled her down with him. She curled up tight against him and he did his best to console her. "Please don't cry, honey. I love you so much."

"That's what you say," she managed to get up. "But everything else tells me something different."

Jordan pulled back and waited for her to look at him. "Jill. You can't possibly believe that. That I don't love you. Right? Tell me you don't believe that."

She lay her head back on his chest and said, "I don't know what to believe anymore, Jordan. So you tell me. And don't just say you love me. Tell me what's really going on."

Jordan drew a deep breath and said, "About a year ago, I found this website where they publish, you know, erotic stories."

"A porn site?" she offered assuming that's what he meant.

"Not really. Well, yes. Kind of. I mean, there's no nudity. There aren't even pictures. It's just...stories."

Jill finally managed to stop crying and said, "I've never heard of such a thing. What's erotic about it if there aren't any visual images?"

Jordan tried to explain. "People...amateurs...they write stories about erotic fantasies and stuff."

"Such as?" she said.

"Pretty much everything," he told her.

"That's a little too vague, honey. What kind of things specifically?"

"I guess I'd say if you can imagine it, someone's written about it."

"You mean like...orgies or something?"

"Okay, yeah. That's one thing."

"What else?"

"There are categories. You know, like..." Jordan paused as he was having a difficult time sharing this with his wife. "Like...anal sex and..."

"Eeew!" Jill said. "Does that interest you?" 

"No! Not at all. It's just an example of the stuff that's on there. That's not something I have any interest in at all. All I have to do is imagine being on the receiving end of it and..."

"Okay! Okay. I get it. So what else is there?" She could sense there was something specific and if he didn't outright tell her, she was going to have ask him directly.

"Well, okay. They have a category about interracial dating and sex, they have one for gay and lesbian sex, they've got stuff for um...orgies...although they aren't called that anymore by too many people. It's called 'group sex' now."

"I see. So you're becoming quite the expert in areas of sexual perversion thanks to this...website."

"You see! That's why I didn't want to talk about this. You always say you're not a prude sexually speaking, but when it comes to any sort of...I dunno...variation...to what you think is normal you get like...this."

"Like what? Saying orgies...sorry, group sex is perverted is 'getting like this'? Help me understand that, will you?"

"Never mind. I don't want to talk about this anymore. Good night."

"Jordan! Don't do that!" She raised up to look at him and when he finally made eye contact she said, "I'm sorry. That wasn't very mature of me. I'm sorry." When she was sure he was ready to talk some more she told him, "I do want you to go on. I want you tell me what it is that has your interest. Is it group sex by any chance? Is that what you're hinting at?"

"No," he said dryly. "That's not it."

"It. Then something must be...it." She snuggled up close to him and said, "Jordan. I know things are well, routine in the bedroom. But, honey? I like routine with you. I love what we had and I want us to have a good sex life again. Maybe I'm not as open-minded as I think, but I might be open to something new if it isn't too far out there for me. So I promise I would judge. Please just tell me what this new interest of yours is, okay? I mean, it is one of these category thingies, right?"

Jordan didn't answer immediately but eventually he did say in a very subdued tone, "Yes."

"Okay. Well, that's a start. I promised not to be judgmental so...I'm listening. Please just say what it is."

"You promise you won't be mad at me?"

"I promise," she told him.

He took several deep breaths and Jill could tell he was very nervous. She'd gone from being deathly afraid he was having an affair to wondering if he was wanting to tie her up in a dungeon or something. She was suddenly almost wishing it was 'only' an affair.

"What I've been reading about...the thing that...really turns me on...is..."

"Is what, honey? Is it some kind of bondage thing?" She couldn't help herself. She had to know if it was that and hoped to God it wasn't.

"No, it's not B&D."

Jill was about to come out of her skin waiting for his answer when he finally said, "I have this...huge fantasy about...I dream about seeing you...with...someone else."

When his words sank in, so did her heart. "I see. So your little fantasy thing is to get me to be with another woman so you can have sex with her, too." Her voice sounded hollow as she shared her comment with her husband.

"What? Another woman? No! No, I don't want to have sex with anyone else. I only love you, honey. I told you I have no interest in any other woman."

Jill was visibly relieved. "Thank God!" she said as she held him closer. "So you want to just see me with another woman?" Her voice rose as she asked for clarification. Before Jordan could answer she said, "I'm definitely straight, but I suppose that might be possible. It's just that, well...women really don't do it for me. But if this is something that's really important to you and if it could get us back on track, I could at least think about it."

Jordan kissed her on the top of the head and said, "That's very sweet, honey. Thank you. But I wasn't talking about seeing you with another woman."

Jill raised up again and said, "Then I don't get it. What are you talking about?" It was dark but not so dark she couldn't see his eyes. They had softened and that alone heartened her.

"My fantasy is to...share you with...another man."

Jill was stunned. She was caught so off guard she was speechless. 

Jordan stroked her face with his hand. "You're upset, aren't you?"

She kept staring at him then finally said, "So the reason you haven't had any interest in me isn't because there's another woman, but because you have this fantasy about watching me...have sex...with another man?" 

"You see, this is why I didn't want to talk about it. I know it sounds crazy. To use your word, it sounds...perverted. But you pushed me to tell you and now that I have you're angry at me."

Jill was still staring into his eyes. "Jordan, I'm not angry and I'm not upset. I'm...shocked. I'm just totally surprised by this. I had absolutely no idea. I just assumed you'd been looking at porn on the internet and...hell, I don't know what I thought. But I am not mad. Confused maybe but not mad."

"So you're not going to see a divorce lawyer tomorrow?" he said trying to lighten the mood.

"Well, maybe the day after..." she teased back. Once again, she lay on his chest. "I don't understand what you want me to do or why you want me to but I want you to know I am 100% relieved you're not having an affair. I'd die if you ever cheated on me."

"I never will, baby," he said as he stroked her hair.

"But you want me to cheat on you, right? I mean, that's what it sounds like anyway."

"No! Of course not. That would kill me, too."

"Jordan? I am completely and totally lost. How do I...do this...this thing of yours and not cheat on you?"

He held his wife close and said, "Sweetheart, if I'm there with you, if I choose the guy, and if I want you to be with him—assuming most importantly, of course, that you're okay with it—then how is that cheating? If you met someone at work or wherever and went out behind my back, that would be cheating. Hell, even having a male friend you went to for emotional comfort would feel like cheating. But this doesn't fall into that category. Not under those circumstances, right?"

Jill thought for awhile before answering. "But it would still be adultery."

"I guess if we were part of the evangelical Right, then sure, it would be considered adultery. But that's a religious term which, to me at least, is synonymous with cheating and I don't consider this cheating. Does that make sense?"

Jill couldn't help but smile as she said, "In a sick, twisted kind of way."

"Honey?" he said. "Whatever you may be thinking right now, please don't ever doubt that I love you again, okay?"

"Okay," she said without commitment. "So if I were to do this, would it make things better for us—just you and me—in the bedroom?"




Three's a Crowd



Jill no sooner finished speaking those words when she noticed a hooded Cobra rising before her very eyes. "Oh, my God!" she said. "Are you kidding me? Just saying that has this effect on you? Oh...my...God!"

She looked up at him as she grabbed his growing cock and said, "Is that for me?"

Jordan groaned and nodded. "Uh-huh. It most certainly is."

"This is great, but I'm not saying I'm going to do that for you. You understand that, right?" she said as she stroked him fully erect.

"Okay," he managed to reply.

"But if it has this effect on you, I will at least think about it." He was now as hard as she'd ever felt him and it reminded her of how he used to be those first few years of marriage, particularly after he shared his fetish about a certain kind of clothes and she'd agreed to consider that. "Will that be enough for now? Thinking about it?" she teased him.

"Yes," he groaned. "More than enough."

Moments later, she engulfed his huge cock with her mouth and turned her body enough so that he could stroke her pussy. She was already soaking wet and she couldn't remember ever being this horny in her life. As soon as his first two fingers slid inside her she stopped sucking him and gasped loudly. "Ooohhh..." He added a third finger then pushed them deep inside her as she went back down on him. He pulled his fingers out and used his middle finger on her clit. Jordan had never seen Jill cum so fast. He spent less than 20 seconds on her love button before she tensed and spasmed so hard he thought she might knock him out with her beautiful ass.

"Fuck!" she screamed. "Fuck...yes!!" Without hesitation, she rolled over on top of him and desperately reached for his rock-hard cock jamming it into her soaking wet pussy. She put her hands on his chest as she began raising up and down as fast and as hard as she could. At one point, his cock slid out and Jill said, "No! No! Get back inside me." She grabbed his slippery cock and once again shoved it inside her pussy. "Yes! Fuck, yes!" she screamed. "This is what I want again, honey! Give it to me! Fuck me! Harder!!"

In less than two minutes, she shuddered again and Jordan released the last ten days worth of steamy, hot goo into his wife's warm, wet pussy. She ground hard on his cock using it to hit her clit and send her into ecstasy.

Almost unable to breath, Jill collapsed on her husband and moaned loudly. "Thank you, baby. Thank you so much. That was...amazing. I love you so much!"

"I love you, too," he said as she slid off him to go take a shower. Jordan meant to shower too, but he couldn't stop imagining Jill getting fucked hard by another man while she took his cock in her mouth. He didn't even want to even consider she might say no. She had to say yes. "She had...to" were his last thoughts as he fell asleep.

Neither one of the mentioned it the next morning. In fact, it was a week before the subject came up again. They were sitting on the couch when out of the blue Jill said, "So I'd like to ask some questions about, you know, the thing you mentioned last week."

Stunned, Jordan said, "Oh, sure. I just assumed you'd decided against it so I didn't want to risk bringing it up again."

"Honestly? I haven't decided. I've thought about it every day, though. It's kind of hard not to think about something that significant once the person you love the most brings it up. It becomes the proverbial 800-pound gorilla in the room. Just so we're clear, I'm not upset that you asked, but you need to know I'm not agreeing to this just because I want to know more about it, okay?"

"Of course. Ask me anything."

"My first question is why do you even want this? What is it about our relationship that isn't enough for you? Why aren't I enough for you anymore?"

Jordan sat there feeling very uncomfortable. "That's the one thing I can't answer. I mean, I can answer you, but the answer won't make sense. It won't be good enough."

"Try me. You obviously have this thing in your head, and I need to understand it because...and don't take offense at this...it's not a turn on for me."

"That's fair because it's honest," he told her. "Okay, well...we've been married for a long time and while sex is still...pleasant, it isn't...well...it's not...exciting. It's more like a workout at the gym. It feels good, but it isn't necessarily something you get excited thinking about."

"Pleasant? That's what lovemaking with me is now? Pleasant?"

"Honey, I'm sorry. I know that sounds bad but I'm trying to be completely honest here."

Jill sat and stared at the big TV screen which was blank for quite some time. "So even when I wear the things you love, even when I'm aggressive in bed, that's not enough for you anymore?"

Jordan sighed. "You know I'm not good at this kind of thing. I don't do well with feelings. I try and be a sensitive kind of a guy, but I am a guy. This feelings stuff is hard." He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly. "The only thing I can think of is how people say if you eat steak every night—even the best steak a chef can make—it gets...boring eating steak." He immediately corrected himself by saying, "I don't mean—boring. I mean you just want a little variety. You know, something new."

Now it was Jill's turn to sigh. "Right. Something new. Well, I'm trying to think of something positive to say here and the only thing I can come up with is that I'm glad you'e not asking for another woman to fool around with. Beyond that, I'm having a really tough time with this one, Jordan. One more question for now, at least. What exactly do you see happening IF I were to agree to try this? How would it 'go down' for lack of a better way to say it? From the time you introduce me to him until he leaves, what would happen? Or maybe better, what do you want to see happen? Describe your fantasy to me."

As much as Jordan wanted this to happen, he felt incredibly uncomfortable discussing it. The fantasy was always easy and always perfect. Reality was a completely different animal.

"I guess the best thing to do here is tell you exactly what it is I think about when I envision this rather than hemming and hawing around. Soooo...here goes. The first thing is I have to find a guy who'll be perfect for this." He noticed Jill was actually looking at him and she didn't have that cold, arms-folded attitude. She really was listening.

"He's got to be young, single, good looking, and a genuinely nice guy."

"Okay, let me stop you right there. Why is it that you have to pick him?"

"I guess deep down I worry that if he's someone you know; if he's someone you see in your life, then you might...you know...fall in love with him."

Jill actually smiled. "I can assure you I won't be falling in love with some other guy. Period. But okay, that at least makes sense so keep going."

"He has to be disease free which means I'd have to see results from a test. Condoms are an absolute."

"Obviously," Jill chimed in saying.

"So once I know who the um...lucky guy is...or I should say 'might be' because no matter what I may think about him, you have the only vote that counts. If you don't like him for any reason, that's it. He goes home and that's that."

"I'd say 'obviously' again but I'm relieved to hear you actually tell me that," she said.

"Okay, then my 'obviously' is I want you to look a certain way for me because..."

"That's a given. The only question is are you choosing the exact outfit or do I get to choose as long as it's something I know you'll like?"

"I'd prefer to pick the specific things, but I'm already feeling guilty about being controlling when I only want this to be enjoyable for both of us."

"Well, I don't think I'd have any real problem with you picking it as long as it isn't something new and bizarre. But if it's something I already have or something similar, that would be okay, I suppose. As to enjoying it, I'm having a really hard time with that. Sex is obviously pleasurable, but that's something I only do with my husband. How do I enjoy doing this with a stranger? I need an emotional connection in order to enjoy sex because unlike you, I'm not a man and without that connection it just seems...dirty to me. Can you understand that, honey?"

Jordan turned to face her more fully and said, "Of course. I also know I've been thinking about this for a really long time and you're just hearing all of this for the first time. It's got to overwhelming in addition to the, well, to use your word...bizarre nature of this whole thing."

"I'm glad you get that because you're right. This is something you want. It's your idea. I'd have never, ever even thought of this or anything like it. So, yeah, it's a lot to process on several different levels. But I am willing to listen and that's what I'm doing."

"I think the emotional connection for you, if one can be found, would be in knowing how turned on I am watching you. How beautiful you look to me and how much I love you and appreciate you for trying something new. I mean, I'll be right there talking to you and letting you know those things. He's just a prop. Dare I say...a tool?"

He was relieved when Jill laughed because it was the first real, genuine laugh from her since he brought this up. The other times she'd laughed, they were canned or forced.

"Hmmm. That's the first thing you've said that's made any sense. Not the 'tool' part but the emotional connection part. And no, the effect this fantasy has on you wasn't lost last week in the bedroom and getting that back is what I want. I want that back and that's the only reason I'm listening to this. It's the only reason I'd be willing to try something this...what? Out of the box? I know men are visual and that they're wired differently. I get that. And I can tell you get that as a woman, I need an emotional connection to make sex work for me. So is there anything else?"

"Um, well, when we get together, and I've introduced you, I need some way to know you're okay with my choice of guys. Some way to know you want to move forward. Or conversely, a way to let me know this isn't gonna work."

"Go on," she said.

"We'd be sitting together and well, if you do like him, then I'd ask you if it might be okay for he and I to switch places and possibly kiss each each other hello."

"Whoa! Hold on right there! How about he just sits next to me for a while and I decide if and when that happens?"

"Sure. I was just telling how this goes in my um, fantasy."

"Sorry. I did ask you to do that. But I still decide when things happen—or don't."

"Always," he assured her. "From there, things just progress whenever you feel comfortable with whatever the next step might be."

"Until we end up in the bedroom and in bed, right?" she sought to clarify.

Jordan felt both encouraged and even more uncomfortable. "Well, yes, I mean, that's the ultimate goal."

"Sex, right?"

Jordan fidgeted nervously then said, "Yes. Sex. But not just sex. It would be, you know, everything people do up to and then including sex."

"Wow. So kissing, petting, oral, and...intercourse?"

Jordan sheepishly said, "Yes."

"So are you just watching for most of this or what's going on with you while he and I are...you know?" Jill asked.

"Again, that's completely up to you. I'd really enjoy watching you two...you know...kiss...a lot. French kissing and petting. And definitely oral—both ways."

"So...when do you um, 'come' into the picture?"

"At any time, really. I want to experience this with you, too, honey. I really want to be able to see you when you get lost in the excitement. I can't do that when we make love and it's something I'd really like to see. That's a huge part of the turn on for me."

"Really? That's the second thing you've said that makes sense. Okay, I think I'm starting to understand what you're looking for and it's not as bad as I originally thought. Is that it?"

"Uh, well, I kind of this other fantasy where you know, when you're getting ready to um...take him inside you, that I'm kissing you and as he enters you, you use your tongue to show me how deep he is inside you."

"Hmmm. Well, that's three things that connect me to you during this um...process."

"I would just love to see you truly get lost in it and totally let go. It isn't about making love with the other guy. It would just sex. But sex is enjoyable and as a...tool, he can be your human dildo as it were."

Jill burst out laughing again. "Oh, that's just hilarious! I'm picturing this life-sized penis with eyes on its head who tells me he's here for my entertainment. That's actually very funny!"

"Well, at least we're laughing and not fighting. I guess that's the good news."

Jill slid over and said, "The really good news would be if you'd take me to bed and fuck me like you did last week. Maybe we can even talk about your fantasy while we have sex." She put her hand on his crotch and said, "Would that turn you on enough?" She was rewarded instantly with a growing bulge in his pants that made her open her eyes and raise her eyebrows. "Why yes, I believe that's doing the trick!" she said wickedly.

Minutes later they were naked in bed and Jill pulled him on top of her. Jill started in immediately pretending the other guy was there. "He's really cute, honey. You made a great choice. Can you ask him to come sit next to me?" she teased.

Jordan's breathing increased in direct proportion to his heart rate which just skyrocketed. He kissed his wife passionately as she reached down for his cock. "Mmmm. You are SO hard, baby. I love that," she whispered. She pushed him off her then began kissing him. She started at his mouth and worked down to his waist before grabbing his cock and saying, "Is this what you want to watch me do to him?" as she opened her mouth and took him deep.

"Fuck!" he whimpered. "Fuck, yeah. I want to see that so bad. Oh, God, baby. That feels so fucking good!"

"Mmmm. I want him to have a really big cock to fuck me with," she said. She was using his fantasy to her advantage and it was working.

"He will. I promise. Don't stop!" he pleaded.

She turned around and offered him her pussy to eat. He pulled her beautiful, round ass toward him as he lifted his head up and obliged her. Jill gasped as he slid his tongue over her clit then in and out of her pussy. It was as wet as it had been the last time and Jill's moans told him she was as turned on as he was. She was deep throating him as he pushed hard on her clit with his tongue. Just as she had the week before, Jill came quick and hard as Jordan kept up the pressure and the hooded area of her sweet vagina.

"Oh...fffuck!!" she screamed. "Jesus, that feels so good, honey! Oh, my God...More, please!"

Jordan pushed her ass hard forcing her onto his knees. Without hesitation, he scrambled around, got on his own knees, and penetrated her wet pussy and drove it all the way home. As he hammered her hard, she gasped and moaned and whimpered. Jill loved to be spanked, but Jordan rarely did it anymore. But this time, he raised up his hand and without warning, slapped her ass cheek hard. 

Jill shrieked in the most pleasant way. "Yes!! Fuck...yes! God, I love that!"

Jordan slapped her again—hard—leaving a bright red mark. "More! Please! Spank me just like that!" she begged. "Please, baby! Please spank..."

Whack! He popped her three times in a row as he drilled her pussy. On the third slap, Jill tensed the way she always did and Jordan let loose another week's worth cum inside her pussy. Jill screamed the way she used to and Jordan grunted loudly as he pumped stream after stream of hot cum into his wife's cunt.

"Oh, my God!" Jill said panting. "That was maybe the best ever. Jesus, I can't breath."

Jordan pulled her shoulders and lifted her up and turned her around then pulled her down on top of him and kissed her. "I love you so much," she told him. "That was...wonderful."

This time, he got up to shower and as he was soaping up, Jill opened the door and said, "Want some company?" He fucked her again in the shower and came again in her pussy just minutes later. Jill had another very hard orgasm and nearly collapsed. She had her arms around his neck and just held on for dear life. 

Several more days passed before Jill said she'd like to have a glass of wine and talk.

"I've made my decision," she told him as they were about halfway through the glass.

"Okay," he said.

"I'm scared to death and worried sick about it, but I'm willing to try this—once. That is, if you really can find a guy I feel comfortable with. I'm not gonna promise you I'll go through with it, so don't get your hopes up too high, but I am willing to give it a try."

Jordan's mouth suddenly felt very dry. "Wow. Honey, that's amazing. Thank you," he said.

"Don't thank me yet. I'm nervous as hell about this, and I'm not even sure I can follow through. But I want what we've been having lately. I want that back in our lives and if this gets us there then...okay. Just please keep your expectations reasonable. I'm not a fantasy, honey. I'm a real, live person. I'm your wife. Okay?"

Jordan promised he would do his best to keep this as real as possible. He didn't tell her that wouldn't stop him from hoping it would be like it always was in his fantasy. But as long as it wasn't a total bust, it would still be an amazing memory and he couldn't wait. Except that since he didn't have anyone lined up, waiting was inevitable. "Time to get busy," he told himself.

As the search went on in earnest, Jill was getting more of what she wanted at home. Twice in five days after agreeing to try this, then three more times the following week. Jordan loved that she was using his fantasy in the bedroom even if nothing more was happening. Just having her vocalize what might happen was a huge turn on. Lately, she'd been more aggressive in bringing the threesome into their lovemaking.

"He'd better be really cute," she told him as she reached for his cock. "I'm not letting some guy fuck me who isn't really attractive. Can you make sure he's really, really good looking?" She was being positively evil with it and he loved it.

When she was sucking his cock she'd come up for air and say, "Are you excited thinking about me begging him for his cock?" When Jordan would respond favorably, she'd moan and say, "That's what I thought. You want to see him fill me up with cock, don't you, honey?"

"Yessss..." he'd moan. "I want that so bad."

"I know you do," she'd hiss then deep throat him. She'd keep this up until she got what she wanted—her husband's hugely swollen member stuffing her pussy followed by lots of warm cum inside her.

"You're amazing," he told her afterward.

"I hope so," she said quietly as she ran her fingers through his tuft of chest hair. "Any luck yet?"

Her question surprised the hell out of him.

"Um...still looking. It's a lot harder than I thought. Just out of curiosity, I'm wondering if there are any um, features you like more than others."

"I don't follow. What do you mean by features?" she asked.

"You know, hair color, length, muscular, age. That kind of stuff."

"No, not really. I mean when I was in junior high all of my brother's friend wore their hair really short. The trend didn't last long, but I always thought that was really sexy. And if I'm being choosy, dark hair is really hot. Oh, and tall is real plus, too. But as long as he's cute and clean and nice then..."

"Okay. I'm 6' 1" so taller than that?"

"Not necessarily. I just don't want you to bring home some guy who's my height."

"And I have sandy blond hair so that's out?"

"Honey! I love your hair. I'm just saying that dark hair is...sexy. That's all."

"And his hair should be cut like he's in the Marine Corps."

Jill laughed. "I never thought of that, but the guys on the base do wear their hair that way, so yeah, maybe."




Three's a Crowd



Brandon looked at Jill and said, "Wow. Sounds like you've given this some real thought. Is it possible you're maybe not dreading this as much as you were?"

"Um...I guess so. I mean, if we're gonna actually go ahead and do this then I want to at least try and be able to enjoy it with you. But there's nothing more to it than that."

"Okay. So tall, dark hair, a really short haircut plus nice guy equals winner. Got it."

Jill was very much in the mood again the following night and she took him deeper into his fantasy than ever before. The sex was totally amazing for both of them. Just the fantasy was a goldmine. Jordan couldn't imagine what the real thing might do for them.

After two weeks of frustration in his search for the perfect guy, Brandon found exactly what Jill was looking for. He called her from work and said, "Hey, honey. Are you at the house?" She told him she was and reminded him she had the next two days off. "Okay, well, guess what?"

Jill didn't respond for a moment then said, "Oh, my God. Did you find someone?"

"Uh-huh. He fits all of your requirements and I'd like to bring him home tonight. Is that okay?"

"Jesus, Brandon. I'm shaking like a leaf just thinking about this."

"Is that a yes, by any chance?" he said prodding her along.

"Well, I knew this day was coming so...okay...yes. I think."

"Can you be ready at 8 o'clock?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said quietly without any enthusiasm.

"And will you wear that white top that fits oh-so-nicely with the short black skirt and those black heels I really like?"

"Do you mean the clingy knit top that shows off my boobs?"

"That's the one. Is that okay, honey?"

"I guess. Sure, I can do that for you."

"So I'll see you then?"

"Okay. And Brandon? I love you. I just hope this doesn't change anything. You know, in a negative way."

"It'll be fine, honey. I promise," he assured her.

"I wish I could be that sure," she said hollowly.

"Trust me, okay? This guy is perfect."

"Perfect. Okay. Sounds...perfect. See you tonight."

When Jill heard the car pull into the garage, her heartbeat increased so much she thought she might have a panic attack. She was curiously excited, but 90% of it was out of fear and nervousness. She took several deep breaths and waited for the door to open.

"Lucy? I'm ho-ome!" he called out. "Where are you, honey?"

"In the living room," she called back. 

"Are you wearing what we agreed on?" he said with excitement in his voice.

"Yes," she said with a slight amount of irritation.

"Okay, then close your eyes and keep them closed. I want to introduce someone to you."

"Okay. They're closed," she told him.

Seconds later, Brandon said, "Okay, open them."

Jill's heart was absolutely racing as she slowly opened her eyes. She saw Brandon then cautiously looked for her date. As her eyes fully opened she had to look twice to make sense of what she saw.

"Honey? What did you do?" she asked.

He handed her a bouquet of red roses and said, "Do you like it?"

She was still processing things as she looked at him again. His hair was very dark and he'd had it cut in a high fade like her brother used to wear. Her stone cold face lightened and a smile appeared. "Oh, honey. Look at you!"

"So...what do you think?" he asked as he turned from side to side so she could see the white walls on his head.

She stood up and put her arms around him and said, "I think it's...perfect." She kissed him and said, "I think you're perfect. This was the best surprise ever."

He kissed her back and told her, "When push came to shove, I just couldn't do it. I couldn't bring another man into our bedroom. Just talking about the fantasy has been all the jump starting we've needed, don't you think?"

"I couldn't agree more, and now here you've brought me a 'new' man who is not only my ideal physically but the man I love more than anything. I'm hoping he'll want to take me to bed and fuck me."

"Oh, he most definitely wants that. Trust me."

"I do trust you, Brandon. And you proved my trust was well placed. Come on. Let's go to bed. I want to tell you about how much I'm looking forward to you really bringing home another man to fuck my pussy."

Jill smiled wickedly as she took her husband's hand and led them to their bedroom. Jill pulled no punches when it came to verbalizing what Brandon needed to hear. "I can't wait until you really do bring home a cute guy to share me with, honey," she teased as she took his cock deep into her mouth again.

"Fuck..." he groaned.

"Yes...fuck. That's what I want him to do to me. Fuck me. Fuck me while I suck your cock and you watch him slide inside my pussy knowing how badly I want him."

"Oh...my...God," Brandon managed to grunt.

"You're so turned on when his big, thick cock disappears inside me you can't stand it. You want to cum in mouth right then and there."

Brandon really was that turned on right then and there. "Will you swallow me, honey?" he asked.

"I'd love to," she told him. "Let me have it. I want all of it. Shoot your hot load into my mouth while he shoots his into my pussy."

Hearing that, Brandon lost it. He shot massive waves of cum into his wife's warm mouth as she moaned and slurped and enjoyed. He then used his tongue and fingers to get her off until she came hard, as well.

"Wow! That guy really was perfect," she said with a giggle. "He can come home and fuck me anytime."

"Oh, trust me. He's gonna do that a lot."

Jill moaned her approval and said, "I really do trust you."

*****

And for several months, talking about the fantasy was all either of them needed until one day...



Three's A Crowd



Salem and I had been lovers for a while now. Our relationship was a complicated one filled with tenderness and compassion, life was good. 

Salem's friend, Ash, was a gorgeous brown haired beauty from Germany with a dancer's figure and sparkling eyes. She didn't speak much English but when she did speak everyone listened to her. She moved from her home in Germany to live with us in our apartment, a cozy one with a nice view of the city. Of course I had always been a little bit curious about my sexual orientation I knew I wasn't bisexual...not fully....and I knew I wasn't a dyke or something...I guess I was just your typical horny 22 year-old.

That morning a very sleepy Ash and I had a "girls only" chat about my feelings and we found that she was feeling similar feelings. What a coincident! Who am I to complain with some luck like that? Ash was bisexual and she and Salem had been giving each other the "eye", I wasn't too shaken by this, after all I knew my place in his heart. We decided that night to give it a try.

That night I dug out my old reliable vibrator and my lube and Salem lighted some candles while Ash produced her own vibrator. My eyes were wide with desire, it had been a few weeks since I last had sex and I knew Salem was feeling the same urgency. Some awkward glances around at the other people and, to break the ice, Salem began to strip slowly. This made my body hum with excitement and so Ash and I began to strip too. The next thing I knew Salem had walked up to me and began to kiss and nibble at my neck while rubbing my clit. Ash watched for a while before coming up to me and kissed me deeply. Her hand gently led my hand to rest upon her perfect breasts and I squeezed them gently. I could feel Salem's cock nudge my ass and so I rubbed slowly against him. Next came the lube, Ash and I both took turns lubing up Salem's cock with slow careful gestures. I loved rubbing my hand up and down his length and pausing to fondle his heavy balls. Ash took the liberty to give his cock a few wet savory kisses that made both Salem and I ache with need. 

Running my hands over her body, I found the small shaven area and began to stroke her lightly. She responded by taking my vibrator and switching it on and slowly teasing my slit with its vibrating head. We both moaned and Salem watched this before coming up behind me and began to lube up my anus with his deft fingers. I love having my anus stroked and teased just as much as having him inside me. Ash continued to work the toy around my throbbing slit and poke its head inside me which made me gasp. She worked the head inside me twisting it while Salem stroked my anus and helped me to relax. A few moments of this divine teasing and I began to relax and open myself up to the teasing gestures of my roomies. I moaned in protest as his caressing fingers left me but I was soon pleased to feel his hands spreading my ass wide and his cock nudging my tiny hole. "Ahhh...Salem...Mhh..." I whispered as Ash's thrusting became more insistent. Turning my head a bit I began to kiss Salem deeply and rock my hips against the toy and the cock as it was slowly entering me. The amount of control and patience he has with this is amazing. 

Slowly he was inside of me and slowly Ash withdrew the toy and replaced it with her mouth. I had never been eaten out before by a girl before! This was quite a new experience that tiny mouth seemed to know exactly which way to go how much pressure was needed where. It was amazing. I was being fucked in the ass as well as being eaten out! Salem's thrust became more insistent and my whole body was shaking with need. Soon he was moaning and spanking me with each thrust which I love! With a roar of pure animalistic lust he came inside me and showered my ass with his hot sticky come. As he came I began to shake and moan with desire as I came and Ash's mouth ate up every bit of my come. After coming Ash licked out my anus with her quick tongue and mouth and this felt wondrous after the thrusting I had endured.

I lay in their arms feeling contented and safe. Salem mentioned that Ash hadn't come so I slipped down to give her the best licking and sucking I could muster. I hadn't done this before either but it seemed to be something that came naturally to me. Amazingly Salem still wanted to go at it too and Ash turned to spoon with him. I turned to continue to lick. He mounted her and soon they both were moaning and groaning with lust. I ate up every bit of her sweetness while she thrashed and took Salem's cock more gracefully than I did. When he came he dumped even more hot sticky cum in her ass and I moved over to help her clean up. Licking her anus was a strange experience but because of her sighs I could tell that she liked it. 

We slept that night exhausted and satisfied with the events that took place. I was in the middle again and we all had our arms around each other. 



Three's A Crowd



I fell in love with Laurie because she was not available. She had made that clear from the very beginning.

"I'm not looking for a relationship."

Point blank, in your face, statement. 

"Good, me either." I could play that game too.

We met at "The Hut". It was the only gay and lesbian bar in our small, college town. I was very persistent and before long, she let me into her heart. We hung out together. I slept at her house, usually on the couch, sometimes in her bed. We both slept in our clothes; there was no physical contact, no sex, for almost a month before she felt ready to commit to somebody. 

Laurie told me one night how she got tired, fast, of people using her. Instead, she decided to wait for a woman who seemed to have the staying power, to be around longer than a few good fucks. 

I should have seen the signs.

She decided that I would "work out". We moved in together a couple months later. Laurie and I found a nice three bedroom home, close enough to the university and just far enough from the city lights. 

Life was good.

We shared the same passion; we drank until they kicked us out at two in the morning, only to find ourselves at an "after hours" party at somebody's house. Alcohol was a friend to both of us until Laurie would cross the line. Then, the bottle became her lover, her confidant.

So did any male who crossed her path. 

Many straight guys came to the bar, for a variety of reasons. Some to pick fights to show how manly they were; some came to try to find true love, as if any real lesbian would cross back over. Then there was Laurie. She could be so fickle. 

If a guy came around and offered to buy her a drink, she would act as though she was interested in them. There were a few times a guy would invite her to his apartment and she would go. I didn't let her go by herself. I followed her everywhere. I was her protector. 

Fortunately, this wasn't a common occurrence, but it happened enough for me to realize that she had other issues about being gay. I loved her even if she didn't know what she wanted.

We had our reasons for staying with each other. We stayed together for the sake of the dogs, and for the comfort of not being alone. For the most part, life was good enough. 

A couple months after we moved in, Dori came back to town. She used to be the bartender at 'The Hut'. She had left about six months earlier for Arizona, with her new girlfriend, and now she had returned alone. Dori had appeared at a mutual friend's party, unannounced. A surprise guest, of sorts and many of us were glad to see her. She was quite popular and a good bartender, too.

Dori and I had a history. We spent many hours with each other, her tending bar and my dancing and pool playing. A few patrons thought we had something going on. I thought so, too. I guess I felt that way because, one night, we slept together. Although, I didn't find out until about a year later that she didn't even really remember. But, that was before Dori fell in love and left for Arizona.

It was at this party that Dori reconnected with Laurie. They hit it off so well that I got a little jealous. The funny thing is, they knew each other from the many nights Laurie had spent at the bar. But this time it seemed different. I'm thinking how great it is to see Dori. Here she was, eyes all over my girlfriend. 

Over the next few weeks, it was apparent through various signs there was something between the two of them that couldn't be described with words. The eye contact, the soft whispers when they thought they were alone, the zoning in to each other's words. 

Yeah, there was something going on.

Now, don‘t get me wrong, Laurie and I had great sex. We could love all night, without a care in the world except our own desires. I loved the taste of her, too. The rapture of all night sex, hearing the 'right' music, the thought of it brings it back to me now, but that is another story.

One night, the three of us were drinking when Laurie said she would like to have a threesome with Dori. She did not ask, she told me. So many questions came to mind. Part of me loved the idea for many different reasons. Reliving what could have been, trying to recapture some point of time that was never really there in the first place. 

I also loved the idea of getting a chance to watch Laurie make love to another woman. To share our love with someone we both were attracted to, each in our own right, was exciting, thrilling, enough to make me come in my jeans. 

I wondered about Laurie's intentions. She never mentioned any interest in having a three-way. 

Dori rode home with us in our car. Moments later, the three of us had undressed, our clothes strewn everywhere. I kissed Laurie, first, and gave her quite the passionate kiss. 

I was excited to be involved with two women. A fantasy come true. I felt two sets of hands roaming all over my body, touching in all of the right places, and some new ones, too. 

Then there were none.

I glanced over and saw Laurie nuzzling Dori's breast. I was surprised at the eagerness of my lover. Watching Laurie got me wet. I figured I had better jump in because they were going to town as though nobody else was there at all.

That was such a great feeling.

For me to realize that she was more interested in making Dori come. To watch her and my friend love each other, tenderly. They sucked, licked, and dipped their fingers into orifices not yet explored by me. 

Yeah, that felt good.

They orgasmed a couple times, not even aware that a third body shared the same bed. My body. I tried to participate; yet, my enthusiasm waned as it became clear that this threesome had become a twosome. The occasional swipe of a hand graced my back and thighs, as though it were a conscious reminder that I was still there.

As the evening became morning, Dori and Laurie had ended their lovemaking session. They cuddled up asleep in each other's arms. I cozied up closer to my girl, in hopes of getting some recognition for my being there. I was not denied that, at least. 

At day's light, Laurie reminded me that I needed to attend class at the university. It was my only class on Fridays and I had no intention of going. No fucking way did I want to leave the house. Apparently, that wasnt what Laurie wanted. She made it clear that she wanted to spend time with Dori and I had to go. 

I fumed. I was pissed off. There was no way in hell that I wanted to leave. Nevertheless, I loved her and did as she asked. Never made it to school, I just wandered around town; it was too early to go anywhere. I felt numb. I had been fucked over and not even touched. 

When I returned, about three hours later, enough time for her to think that I had really gone to class, Dori was not there.

Laurie was finishing up in the kitchen, from the breakfast she cooked for herself and Dori. She had not done anything like that for me in a long time and I felt insulted. I leaned against the countertop, facing her. 

“We need to talk,” I demanded. I wasn't sure where to begin.

“Hi, hon. How was class?” she replied.

“Fuck you.”

“What’s your problem?” 

“What’s my problem?” My head pounded in disbelief. “How dare you think that I had planned on leaving?"

“Well, you did leave." Laurie always had to be right. She was right. She told me to leave and I did. I'm such a fucking idiot. 

"Where'd ya go?” Laurie asked. She walked into the living room and sat down at the end of the sofa. 

“Oh, now you're concerned,” I replied, making my way into the room, stopping at the doorway. Leaning, I crossed my arms against my chest. I just stared.

Trying to get a grip, I said, “I don’t understand. This was supposed to be a threesome, not a twosome. Why, in God’s name, did you tell me to leave? Didn’t you think that I would have enjoyed staying in bed with the both of you?”

“Nothing else happened," she explained. "We stayed in bed for a little while and then I decided to cook her some breakfast." 

“Oh, and when was the last time that you cooked for me after a night of lovemaking? That doesn’t make any fucking sense.” I was fighting a losing battle.

My feelings were hurt. “Did you even think about me while you were fucking Dori? 

“Of course I did.” Laurie could be such a patronizing bitch. “We can make love anytime. I didn’t want Dori to feel left out.”

“Left out, you say. What about me? Who was I, a casual bystander, watching you and my so-called friend get in on in my bed? I suppose that’s your idea of a good time." 

“I thought you liked to watch.” That crooked smile of hers brought my anger down a notch. 

“That’s not the point, Laurie, and you know it.” 

I sat down across from her. She wore a pair of shorts and a tank top. I couldn’t help notice her shapely, athletic calves, the definition of her thighs. 

My eyes moistened at the thought of Dori sucking on those dark brown nipples that were visible through her thin t-shirt. I raised my eyes and looked into hers. 

“I just don’t understand you. I thought this was something for us to share.” I tried to continue, but the fight had gone out of me. 

“We can share her the next time, if you want to. It will be different," she continued. 

“The next time, huh. Jeez, Laurie, what makes you think there'll be a next time?”

“Oh, come on, now.” She cooed. Those damn, doe eyes, looking at me the way she does. 

Oh, the price we pay. 

There was a next time. It started out the same way. We all had drinks together, and then made our way home. Once again, the three of us started to explore each other. Fingers probed, tongues left little wet trails in each other’s crevices, sounds of passion, grunts of desire. 

Then it changed. Dori climbed on top of Laurie. They danced together, as they touched, kissed and licked. 

This time, I just slipped out from under the covers, unnoticed, and went to sleep on the couch. 



Three's a Crowd



"Knowing me, I'm not going to change and this conversation is pretty much a waste of time," I said as I packed my things into a suitcase. I'd had enough. "Knowing you, you're not going to give up until you get your way and this time I'm not giving in. So if you're giving me a choice then I choose the door." I couldn't believe he had the nerve of suggesting we try a threesome. That was something I'd never had an interest in doing. I knew we had been having problems but if he thought this was the way to save our relationship he was so wrong.

"You're such a damn prude," he snapped at me. "Remember when you wouldn't try camping? Then after I forced you, you loved it and now I can't get you back inside. Every damn vacation you want to go out into the woods." 

I couldn't help but laugh out loud at his comparison. "Steven, are you fucking serious? Are you comparing camping to bringing another person into our bedroom? That's just stupid." 

"They may be different situations, but in the end they're the same thing. It's all about your being afraid of new things." He looked at me with a smirk of self-arrogance as if he'd just come to some sort of brilliant conclusion.

"No, you're not right. It's not the same thing. It's one thing to be scared of being outdoors; it's quite a different thing to pick up some stranger at a bar and bring him home with you expecting me to be ok with it! You know how I feel about sex with strangers. I didn't do it when I was single and I'm certainly not doing it now." I was sure the guy downstairs could hear me but I didn't care. This was really too much for me.

Steven grabbed me by the shoulders and sat me down on the bed. "Babe, I know I shouldn't have but after you meet him you'll change your mind." He kissed me on the cheek. "I promise if you don't like him or still feel bad after meeting him I'll send him away and I'll never bring this up again." I looked at him with contempt. I hated him so much for doing this but at the same time loved him too much not to try something he wanted so much. "At the very least meet the guy," he said. I closed my eyes and shook my head yes. 

He jumped up and down like a kid who had just gotten a new toy. He took me by the hand and quickly led me downstairs to meet his shiny new plaything. We got downstairs and I met his little twink. I must admit my cock responded before my head did. He looked to be in his early twenties with a slim build, blonde hair, green eyes, and the most dazzling white smile. He easily could have stepped out of any Abercrombie magazine, although he seemed completely unaware of his appeal and that was perhaps what was most attractive about him. He wasn't arrogant at all but was extremely sweet and polite. It almost felt like a crime, like we were taking advantage of him. But I put all those thoughts out of my head. All I wanted to think about was him in my bed. 

After some quick introductions, Steven and the boy, Alex, went at it, making out like they had been lovers for months and not just strangers. I sat on the couch and watched as they went at each other, with way too much familiarity. Something told me they'd done this before. I stood up and walked towards them. Steven grabbed my hand and pulled me to them, pulling away from the boy. He kissed me slow and deep. I wanted to pull away and scream out at him, ask him exactly just how long he had known this twink, but as usual his kisses made me forget everything and all I wanted was for him to do more.

We switched off and the boy's mouth replaced Stevens. His lips were so soft, his tongue was long and gentle. At first I could sense the boy's hesitance but soon he grew comfortable, his kisses more passionate. I found myself giving in to him, kissing him back with as much passion as he was kissing me. I was so wrapped up in the boy that I didn't notice Steven get to his knees and pull out my cock. I didn't notice until I felt the warmth of his mouth around my hardness. He did the same to Alex. He took out his large boy cock and went down on both of us at the same time. My hard cock pressed up against Alex's in Steven's mouth felt so damn good. 

Alex wrapped his arms around my neck and pulled me closer to him. I got as close as I could without falling over Steven who kept taking turns sucking us off. I pulled off the boy's shirt and let my hands caress his hairless chest. His nipples were extremely sensitive and they hardened with just a trace of my hands. I loved the way he reacted to my touch. His mouth slightly open, he barely let out a whimper as I engulfed his right nipple with my mouth, sucking on it, pulling on it, and gently biting it. I moved on to his left nipple and did the same. I just loved the feel of a smooth chest. I pulled off my own shirt and pressed my chest against his, rubbing our nipples together until mine were as hard as his. 

After about thirty minutes of cock sucking, Steven came up for air and I took a turn on both their cocks. I took Steven's fat cock in my mouth first, licked his slit clean of any traces of pre cum. Then stretching my mouth as wide as possible I took in Alex's too. Never in my life had I had two cocks in my mouth. I sucked on both of them as hard as I could, my tongue rubbing all over them. Their cocks together in my mouth felt incredible. I went down on them for as long as my jaw could stand it. After several minutes I let go of Steven's cock and concentrated solely on pleasing Alex. I worked my tongue all around his shaft, sucked on the head of his cock, milking him for that sweet cream. With my right hand I cupped his balls, gave him a tight squeeze and then another. I felt them tighten in my hand and after one more squeeze my mouth overflowed with his cum. I drank it all up, not spilling a drop of his boy juice, sucking on him for more and not stopping until he was totally soft.

After Alex dumped his load in my mouth I got up and took his mouth in mine, sharing with him the taste of his seed. His tongue explored my mouth drinking in every last drop of his boy juice. As we kissed Steven came up from behind me wrapped his big arms around my waist. He whispered in my ear: "You enjoying yourself?" I responded by pressing my ass into his fat hard cock. I was so used to the shape of his cock that he easily slid all the way inside of me. His fingers grabbed a hold of my waist and held on to me as he started to fuck me, at first slow and then harder and faster. Alex pulled his mouth off mine and got to his knees, taking me in his mouth. His tongue stroked my cock with long deep strokes. 

My fingers wrapped around Alex's blonde hair, guiding his head to match Steven's thrusts. I pushed against Steven allowed him to go deeper inside of me. I reached behind him and played with his ass. My hand slid inside his perfectly round cheeks I dug until I found his sweet spot. I pressed on it until my finger went inside. I played with him and slid a second finger and then finally a third. With my fingers I gave it to him the way he was giving it to me. He wasn't able to take much of this and soon his body was trembling and he was shooting into my ass. I pulled my fingers out of his ass and grabbed on to Alex, steadying myself as Steven dumped load after load of hot cream inside of me. 

Feeling Steven release into me sent me over the edge and once he shot his final blast, I let it rip inside Alex's mouth giving him a mouthful of cum. He took all of it, every last drop of my love juice. He sucked on the head of my cock until I couldn't cum anymore. I was so spent I couldn't do much of anything. Together Steven and I collapsed into the couch. Alex got off his knees and joined us, our bodies all intertwined. The three of us lay there motionless for the longest time. Nobody was able to move. With my cock satisfied all I could think was how easily and familiar Steven and Alex were with each other. 

Several minutes went by before I had the energy to move. I got up put on my pants and searched for my shirt. "Why are you getting dressed?" Steven asked me, his arms wrapped around Alex. They looked like the couple and I felt like the intruder. I finished getting dressed and without saying a word I grabbed my keys and made my way out the door. I couldn't get out of there quickly enough. Steven made no effort in coming after me or stopping me. Something told me he wouldn't; he had gotten what he wanted. Before I left I turned to look at them, their mouths were devouring each other's once again. They were well on their way to round number two. 

I got in my car and drove away. I needed to get as far away as possible, erase tonight from my mind. The further away I got the sicker I got. I should have known all along that things had fallen apart; his wanting to bring someone else into our bedroom was just the final straw. I guessed what they say is true sometimes: three really is a crowd.



Three's a Crowd



Early on a Tuesday evening in a trendy bar in central London, 2 women are having a drink together. The place is quite busy, but not crowded, and the women have one of the good tables by the window. The women are Americans on a short holiday together, a 4 day break from their usual routine back home in Chicago. They arrived pretty late last night and so this is their first full day. Flying back on Friday afternoon, so lots to squeeze in. 

The women look of similar age, one of them maybe a couple of years younger than the other. In fact, they are both 37. One of them, the slightly younger looking one, is called Joanna Ford ... Jo to her friends ... and the other is Martha Fitbody. 

Which is quite ironic because, of the pair, it's Jo Ford who is far and away the more appealing to the eye. Jo is medium height and slim, with the sort of sexy figure that men notice. She has luxuriant, wavy brown hair, flawless skin and a strikingly attractive face. She's perhaps not quite what you'd call drop dead gorgeous but she's a real looker. Martha Fitbody, on the other hand, is anything but. Her name, something of a burden to her, could hardly be more inappropriate. She also has nice skin but, other than that, it's bad news. She's short and dumpy and she has a face that passes as plain, and only on a good day.

Jo and Martha are friends, have been for years, but they have a rather unbalanced relationship in which Jo tends to call the shots. Neither would put it into words but they both know the reason for this is the contrast in their looks. It's surprising, in many ways, that they still hang out together, especially in the case of Jo Ford who has a fair few other friends and doesn't really need the company of Martha Fitbody. Somewhat perversely, however, Jo likes to spend time with Martha precisely because Martha is so ugly ... it makes her feel deliciously attractive by comparison. She's conscious of being a very good looking woman, of course, but sitting in a bar next to Martha Fitbody, as she is now, she knows she looks like a world-beater.

One of their recurring conversations is the never married Martha bemoaning the lack of a man in her life whilst Jo, twice divorced and never short of male attention, gives little tips on how to put that right. It's a conversation that Jo always enjoys because it allows her to regale Martha with stories of her own considerable success in that field. She's not averse to the occasional one night stand with men, more than occasional if truth be told, and she often makes a point of telling Martha all about it afterwards. It amuses Jo to imagine how sexually frustrated Martha surely is, and how terribly jealous of her she must feel. 

As for poor Martha, well, she has no other friends and that's why she clings to this so called friendship with Jo Ford. Jo is aware of that too, of course, and it explains the superior and patronising manner she tends to adopt when she's with Martha. 

Like now, for example, Martha is wittering on about going to Westminster Abbey tomorrow morning and Jo, feeling bored, is making no effort to even pretend to listen. She's gazing around the bar, smoking a cigarette, just kind of waiting for Martha to run out of steam. 

"So what d'ya think, Jo?" Martha is asking.

"Bout what?" 

"About that for a plan?"

Jo doesn't answer. She's noticed a rather dishy looking thirty something man at the bar, having a drink on his own.

She turns back to Martha. "Sorry, tell me again."

Martha doesn't complain about Jo ignoring her, she just starts chattering again about the same thing. 

This time, Jo does look at her, pretending to be interested, but she can sense that Mister Tall Dark and Handsome at the bar is glancing over occasionally and she's far more interested in that. 

Jo leisurely sips her drink and continues the pretend conversation. "Sure Marth, why not?" she drawls. She's feeling relaxed now. In particular, she feels secure in the knowledge that, if TDH is looking their way, he'll only be checking out one of them and it won't be the little dumpling sat opposite. 

The beauty of going out with Martha, she smiles to herself ... no competition.

"And what about the afternoon?" Jo asks, because she's happy for Martha to keep chuntering while she concentrates on other matters. 

More important matters like TDH.

Martha has clearly already thought about tomorrow afternoon. "Well, there's that show playing in this theatre pretty close to our hotel. Y'know, that one that's been running for about 60 years and I thought we could ... you know ... get tickets for the matinee maybe. And then, after that, we could maybe ..." 

Oh, what a bore she is ... thank god for distractions!

Jo lights another cigarette, uncrosses her legs and pretends to rummage around in her bag for something. As she's doing that, she shifts the position of her chair and angles herself away from Martha, more towards the bar area. She puts the bag back on the table and then she slowly, sexily re-crosses her legs. She's wearing a close fitting skirt, that's also quite short, and the way she's sitting now, the hem has slid revealingly about half way up her thighs. Jo knows she's got extremely nice legs and she likes everyone else to know it too. Especially handsome men in bars!

Jo glances over at TDH and sees that the guy is ogling her. He's toying with the last of his drink and he's looking at her legs, obviously liking what he sees. 

Exactly what she was hoping, in other words ... expecting, let's face it.

She catches the man's eye and smiles at him. 

It's a smile Jo has perfected over the years. She's been flirting with men since forever and she knows exactly what she's doing. The little smile says I know you're checking me out and I like it. Carry on. 

Martha is still chattering away. Jo doesn't know if the silly cow realises that her attention is elsewhere and she doesn't really care. She keeps Martha primed with the occasional "oh really?" and "uh uh," and "guess so," that sort of thing, but what she's mainly doing is communicating subtly with the dishy man at the bar. 

He's ordered another drink, she's pleased to notice, and he's definitely checking her out now. Every time she glances over at him, he's looking at her. He smiles when he catches her eye and Jo can tell he fancies her something rotten.

Jo likes the look of him too and she's enjoying the situation. It's always fun when an attractive man gives her the eye, and she particularly loves it happening when she's with Martha because it plays to her feelings of superiority. Course, this same thing happens a lot when the 2 of them go out back in the States but, somehow, it feels more exciting in a foreign city. One big thing, for example, that's different, is she and Martha are sharing a hotel room and Jo, pretty sure now that the man is genuinely interested, is plotting something rather wicked for the rest of the evening, and for later on.

She can tell that Martha has finally picked up on what's going on with the man at the bar. Sensing that she's fast losing the fight for Jo's attention, Martha is gabbling faster and she sounds a bit breathless. Jo keeps half an ear tuned to the increasingly desperate wittering ... how nice the red buses look ... isn't the bar filling up? ... what about dinner? ... blah blah blah ... but she's pretty much ignoring Martha now. She keeps looking over at TDH, basking in his admiring attention, enjoying how he seems to be mentally undressing her. He's gazing at her more or less constantly and she's guessing that he's already fantasising about going to bed with her.

Jo, blatantly teasing now, keeps crossing and uncrossing her legs in her sexy little skirt ... slides a finger up and under the hem to scratch an imaginary itch on her thigh. She plays with her hair, toys with the buttons of her blouse. She slides her feet in and out of her shoes, dangles one of them on her bare, red painted toes. She keeps smiling invitingly at the man, giving him the signal that she's not just a tease, that she finds him desirable.

Jo looks at poor Martha, who never gets to do any of this fun, sexy stuff with men ... never experiences the thrill of what she herself does so often ... is doing right now. Martha is chattering on even though Jo is obviously in full tease and flirt mode with the handsome stranger. Jo wonders what it's really like for her, having to put up with watching this. Must be so dispiriting for the poor thing.

"Jeez, there's a guy over there just can't stop staring at my legs," she says to Martha, rubbing it in, "you don't think my skirt's a little short, Marth, do you?"

"No way," says Martha, "just wish I could wear things like that." 

Jo just nods and smiles, "yeah, it's fun to tease the guys now and again ... y'know ... make em drool, poor dears."

Christ, Martha really is pathetic, Jo thinks to herself. Just look at how the ugly bitch is dressed. The usual shapeless, baggy top, the very unflattering jeans, the cheapo trainers. 

She chuckles as she recalls a phase Martha went through a while back, when she started trying to look a little more feminine and sexy ... wore above the knee skirts a few times, and frilly little blouses. Jo had encouraged her in this, because it amused her no end to see the poor cow looking so ridiculous, but the jeers and insults of other people, especially some of the cruder men they ran into on their nights out, rather undermined her efforts and Martha soon gave up. 

"Hey Marth, you look nice in that top ... is it new?" she says, inwardly giggling.

"Yeah, bought it 'specially for this trip," beams the poor cow, oblivious to the sarcasm. "You look good too, Jo ... but then you always do, of course," she says, with an ingratiating smile. 

Jo smirks but doesn't reply.

Martha looks at her watch. "So anyway, what should we do about dinner? There's a place that's pretty good apparently, it's just ..."

"Can I buy you ladies a drink?" comes the deep, male voice.

Martha looks up but Joanna, of course, doesn't need to. She knows who it is.

"Well, we were just thinking about going to ..."

"Love one," cuts in Jo, looking up and grinning at Mr TDH. "We're on the Chardonnay."

"My pleasure," says TDH.

"I'm Mark, by the way," he says when he returns with a bottle of Chardonnay and 3 glasses. "You girls American, then?" 

"I'm Jo and this is Martha," Jo smiles, "and yeah, I am American." 

Mark grins at Jo. The way she's just said I and not WE is confirming something he's already guessed from observing them last hour. Looks like the hot one really knows she's the hot one. He's happy with that because it will probably make things easier.

"Short for Joanna?" asks Mark.

"You got it."

"Very pretty name for a very pretty woman," he grins, pouring the drinks.

"Why thank you!" pouts Jo in a sexy, little girl voice.

"But I bet guys tell you that all the time, yeah?" he smiles at her.

"Now and again."

"Only now and again? Now why don't I believe that?"

Jo giggles and does her leg crossing thing, enjoys the way his eyes linger on her exposed thighs. 

"And what about my friend? ... not forgetting your manners are you, Mark?" she teases, a slight mocking tone in her voice.

"What was your name again?" he says, turning briefly to look at Martha.

"Martha."

"Oh right," says Mark, turning back to gaze at Jo. It's very clear where his interest lies. 

The way the small circular table is, the 2 women are sitting opposite each other and Mark is slightly off to one side. He manoeuvres himself so he's considerably closer to Jo than to Martha. It's obvious Jo is pretty happy showing off her legs and he makes a point of looking admiringly at them. She knows he's looking and she's grinning at him. He moves his leg so it's touching hers and she doesn't pull away. It's like they've forgotten about poor, fidgeting Martha already. 

"Hey, ask Martha what her surname is," says Jo, suddenly.

"Jo, don't!" pleads Martha, looking very embarrassed.

Mark picks up on Martha's discomfort and he raises an eyebrow at Jo.

"Go on Mark, ask her" says Jo, smirking.

"So ... what is it?" he asks Martha.

"Fitbody" she blurts, willing him not to find it funny.

Mark almost falls off his chair laughing. 

"That's hilarious," he says, grinning back at Jo, "and what's your name, gorgeous? ... Crapbody?" 

Martha, clearly hurt, looks down at the table but Jo looks amused ... Mark can see she not only gets his cruel little joke, she rather likes it.

"Marth, sweetie, why don't you run along to the bar and get us some peanuts?" says Jo.

"What about ... err ... dinner?" protests Martha, although she knows she always ends up doing whatever Jo wants.

"Sure sweetie, but it looks like we're hanging out with Handsome for a while, doesn't it?" she says, winking at Mark.

"Peanuts sound good to me," he grins and he pulls a note from his wallet. "Here, Miss Fitbody, and keep the change," he says, holding the note out to Martha but looking at Jo. He has an amused expression on his face. He winks at Jo and she grins right back at him.

Martha doesn't like what's happening but she takes the note and waddles off to the bar. Mark's eyes follow her for a while and he looks thoughtful. "Shit, looks like I've hooked up with Beauty and the Beast," he sniggers, which makes Jo laugh again. 

While Martha's gone, Jo and Mark step up the flirting. They know they'll be going to bed together at the end of the evening.

"Can't you get rid of your little fat friend?" he says.

"Not really, we're sharing a hotel room," Jo laughs.

"Do you wanna come back to my place, then?" he asks, "you know, maybe later when she's tucked up in bed? ... just grab a cab, it's only a couple of miles from here."

"Well yeah I'd love to, sugar .... some other time, though ... 'cos tonight I'm thinking it'd be fun if you came back with us." 

"Hey look baby, I want to fuck you not her, okay?"

"Yeah, obviously," drawls Jo, looking smug, "but it might be kinda funny having Martha there too."

"Depends what she's gonna be doing," says Mark.

"Well she won't getting a piece of the action, if that's what you mean," she giggles, and Jo tells Mark how Martha hasn't had a man in years. 

"You bitch," he laughs, thinking he understands what she's got in mind, "you're hot, she's not and you wanna rub her nose in it, am I right?"

"Yeah," grins Jo, "hunky, naked guy in her hotel room, who she can't touch ... it's gonna drive her fucking crazy!" 

"Poor little Miss Fitbody," he grins.

Jo leans over and whispers in Mark's ear what she wants to do, back at the hotel, and Mark shakes his head in disbelief. 

"You really are evil, aren't you?" he chuckles.

The bar is crowded now and it's quite a while before Martha comes back with the nuts. She sees that Jo and Mark are sitting very close. He's got his hand on her thigh and they're kissing. She sits down and clears her throat, but they don't seem to realise she's back and they carry on snogging for what seems ages. 

Poor Martha feels very uncomfortable but she doesn't know what to do. She wants to leave but she can see how much her best and only friend is enjoying herself. Finally, she says something.

"Jo, I've got the nuts."

Jo and Mark break off snogging and look at her. They both look highly amused.

"Oh yeah," says Jo, "trouble is you were so long getting them, I'm not hungry anymore. Are you hungry, Mark?" 

"Not for food, baby," he leers, stroking Jo's thigh underneath her skirt.

"Hey, down boy!" giggles Jo ... but she doesn't ask him to move his hand, or stop what he's doing.

"Can you believe this, Marth? ... you meet a guy for 10 seconds and he's got his hand up your skirt and he's stroking your thigh!"

Martha gives a weak and wistful smile, thinking it would be very nice if, just once, that happened to her. 

"Well, not your thigh, my thigh as it happens," Jo adds, cruelly. It's as if she can read Martha's exact thoughts.

Jo gets up from the table, announcing she's going to the bathroom to freshen up. 

"Don't be too long, gorgeous," says Mark, "me and Martha might start something while you're gone, you know."

"I'll risk it," she jokes, and she sashays off to the bathroom, wiggling her sexy arse as she goes.

Mark watches Jo walk across the room, clearly lusting after her, and he's not the only man in the bar doing that. 

"She is one hot looking chick, isn't she?" he says to Martha, who doesn't reply.

"Don't you think, Marth?" he prods.

"Yeah, men always fancy Jo," she mumbles, looking down at the table and fiddling with one of the unopened packets of peanuts. She's hating this situation, not least because Mark is very good looking and she can't help fantasising about kissing him herself. Martha would love to kiss a man, even an ordinary looking man, but it never seems to happen. It's always Jo who gets the attention, the compliments, and it's the same old story this evening. 

Mark has turned to sit facing her, legs wide apart, and she can see he's got a bulge in his trousers from the all the sexy stuff he's been doing with Jo. It's making poor Martha feel flushed and uncomfortable. Mark observes that she's noticed his hard-on. He looks straight at Martha and gives himself a little squeeze.

"Can't wait to fuck her later," he grins. 

Martha looks down and says nothing.

"Hey you don't mind me coming back to your hotel, do you?" he asks.

"Guess not," mutters Martha, who's actually rather dreading the prospect.

"Pity about the nuts," he says, looking at the unopened snacks. 

"I only got them 'cos Jo told me to," blurts Martha. It's as if she's apologising. 

"Well, you look like you can skip the odd snack," sneers Mark, openly insulting now. The comment upsets Martha and her eyes are glistening, on the verge of tears. 

Jo returns from the bathroom, smiling expansively, knowing she's looking even better now than she did before ... the confidence that comes from being blatantly ogled by at least half a dozen men on her walk back to the table.

"Okay let's go," she says, like everything's all agreed. 

She grabs her bag, links arms with Mark and they walk out of the bar without waiting for Martha, who has to run and catch up. They go back to the hotel, Jo and Mark strolling together, laughing, flirting, touching each other, and Martha tagging along a couple of paces behind, like she's not with them.

The room is quite large and has 2 double beds next to each other, no more than maybe 3 feet apart. It's perfect for what Jo has in mind and she wastes no time in getting started. She's really looking forward to this. 

"Martha, you know how you're always fantasising about having sex with a hunky guy?" she says, as Mark strips down to his boxers.

The 2 women are sitting, facing each other, on their respective beds.

"Um, okay," says Martha, blushing. She's embarrassed at Jo's comment but she's also a little excited about what it might mean. Is Jo going to share her conquest, perhaps?

"Well, here's your chance," grins Jo, relishing the eager look on Martha's plain, chubby face. 

Jo winks at Mark and he goes and sits next to Martha, puts his hand on her leg. 

Martha can hardly believe it! Something about the feel of Mark's strong, masculine hand on her thigh and the close up aura of his near naked, muscular body is making her feel dizzy with desire.

Jo stares thoughtfully at Martha for a few seconds, then she says what Martha was hoping she might.

"I mean, I get all the men don't I? ... just thought it might be nice if you got a look in for a change."

Oh wow! 

Martha is beaming with delight, waiting for Mark to make the first move. What will it be? Will he kiss her like he was kissing Jo in the bar? 

Oh god, and he's so good looking too ... she's beside herself with anticipation!




Three's a Crowd



"Yeah," Jo continues, a truly wicked smile on her face now ... "so this time, I thought it would be good if I let you sit there and actually watch me and a guy make out ... you know, sweetie ... maybe pick up a few tips that might help you, someday."

Martha's face crumples. 

Mark gets up and joins Jo on her bed, sits next to her, and the 2 of them laugh at their crushed victim. The sadistic joke has worked perfectly. 

"The cup is dashed from the lips," jokes Mark.

"Did you see her face just then?" squeals Jo, giggling with glee.

"Think she's a little disappointed," says Mark, drily. 

"So you okay with that, Marth?" says Jo, "you okay to watch big, hunky Mark here make passionate love to me?

Martha feels wretched. Totally humiliated. 

"Aw look, she's crying," mocks Mark.

"Never mind her," says Jo, still giggling, and she slips her hand inside his boxers. 

Poor Martha is sitting so close opposite that, although she doesn't want to watch, she can't seem to look anywhere else. Besides, she's a little scared of what might happen if she doesn't do exactly what Jo wants.

"Mmmm, you've got a fabulous cock, baby," Jo purrs. 

"God it feels good, Marth ... can you see how I'm playing with his cock inside his shorts? ... you'd just love to be doing this, wouldn't you sweetie?"

Jo slides Mark's boxers all the way off and his erection is revealed in its full glory. 

"Oh yummy!" she squeals, "look at it Marth, isn't a man's cock just the best thing? ... 'specially knowing it's all for me."

Mark gets up from the bed, stands in front of Martha, his erect cock no more than a couple of inches away from her. She's sitting down and he's stood up, so his big, hard dick is flaunted before her longing eyes. Or, the literal truth, it's right under her nose. He moves forward slightly so the tip of his cock is actually brushing against her nostrils.

"That's right, sugar," Jo chuckles, "show her your dick, tantalise the poor cow!"

Martha is frightened and a little awestruck. 

She's also, despite herself, feeling a bit tingly having a man's erect cock stuck in her face. She wonders what it would feel like to take it in her mouth, to kind of suckle on it. 

"Bet she's just dying to suck it," giggles Jo. 

She really does seem to know what Martha is thinking.

Poor, tantalised Martha doesn't get to suck the cock, though, because Mark starts waggling it from side to side, so it slaps around against her chubby cheeks. 

"Hey, do you wanna kiss it, Marth?" asks Jo. 

Martha shakes her head in distress. 

"Go on sweetie, might be the only time you get this close to a man's dick ... go on, give it a little kiss and then tell it goodbye 'cos it's gonna be mine all mine after that."

"You heard her, do it!" snaps Mark, stepping back so Martha has to crane forward to plant the kiss on his member.

"And tell it goodbye," Jo prods, merciless. 

"Goodbye," mumbles the wretched Martha. 

Humiliated beyond words, she's dreading what they might do to her next. 

Mark turns his back on Martha and grins at Jo. 

"Now kiss his butt," she orders, giggling. 

Jo doesn't know how far she'll go with this but she's far from finished yet. Christ, look at Martha, she's actually kissing the guy's ass now! ... what a fucking scream!

She beckons Mark back to her. He sits on the bed and Jo stands in front of him.

"Undress me, baby," she pouts. 

"Oh yeah!" he grunts and, slowly, seductively, he removes Jo's clothes. 

Jo grins at poor Martha as Mark is undressing her. 

"Mmmm, can you imagine how good I'm feeling right this minute, Martha? Gorgeous, sexy hunk undressing me, adoring me, about to make love to me all night in my bed ... and you're gonna be lying there on your own, right next to us ... oh, you poor thing! ... don't you wish you were me instead of you?"

Martha sits, silent and crying, as Jo taunts her. 

Her 2 tormentors fall naked on the bed and they start to make out. 

Jo looks over at Martha while Mark expertly fondles her breasts. "Aw, don't cry Martha honey. Tell you what, we'll leave the lights on for the first fuck so you don't miss anything, okay? Then, later, we'll turn them off so you can concentrate on ... you know ... just listening."

She's enjoying herself even more than she thought she would. Martha is such a natural victim. The poor cow is totally helpless and it's just a matter of deciding on the funniest ways to torture her.

"Mmmm, you've got great tits Jo baby, you know that?" growls Mark, caressing them with one hand while his other hand snakes down Jo's belly, towards her pussy.

"Yeah, I know and they're all yours, Mark darling ... kiss me all over, baby," she purrs, grinning over at Martha the whole time, "I wanna feel your mouth all over my body ... adore me, darling ... stroke me with your fingers, caress me, baby ... mmm, that's right honey ... oh god, sugar, your body feels so good ... I can hardly wait to get that lovely cock of yours inside me!"

She blows Martha a kiss. "Are you jealous, Marth?" she taunts, "Mmmm, just imagine how it's gonna feel when Mark thrusts his big, hard cock into my pussy! ... I can have it anytime I want now, all I'm doing is delaying things so it's that bit more delicious when he finally does it ... can you imagine the power and the pleasure I'm feeling, Marth honey? ... and the ecstasy I'm looking forward to ... don't you wish you weren't ugly, Marth, so you could experience this too, sometimes? ... don't you wish you were a hot looking woman like me?"

At which point, Jo opens her legs invitingly and Mark slides his cock into her pussy. "Oh my god!" she squeals in delight, "oh god oh god oh god ... fuck me baby ... fuck me hard!" 

Mark does so. He thrusts his cock in and out of Jo's dripping wet pussy until they both come together, very noisily, in a shattering mutual orgasm. Jo, squealing and panting, looks at Martha the whole time Mark is fucking her so that she can relish the dumb misery on her face.

"Oh baby," grunts Mark, when it's over, "you are the fucking best!" 

"I know," Jo grins.

She looks over at Martha, who's sat there crying her eyes out. 

"You okay there, Marth?" she smirks.

Martha nods but it's obvious she's very upset.

"Because I'm definitely okay," Jo taunts, stretching out luxuriously on the bed and lazily stroking Mark's belly. 

"God, that was a world class fuck, and now I'm just so ... satisfied," she purrs, like a cat that's got the cream, "such a delicious feeling straight after a great fuck, Martha ... you know what I mean?"

"She has no fucking clue what you mean, baby," grins Mark. "I think we've established that already."

"Oh yeah, sorry," giggles Jo, "guess not."

Jo and Mark get comfortable in Jo's bed. They're lying side by side, propped up on pillows. Jo is snuggled into Mark, still stroking his stomach. Mark has one arm around her and the other resting on her silky thigh. 

"Time for the old post coital smoke, babe ... don't you think?" says Mark, looking around for some cigarettes.

"You just relax, baby," says Jo, "Martha will get them for us ... won't you, Martha?" 

Martha gets up and fetches a packet of cigarettes from the coffee table in the middle of the room, brings them over to Jo's bed. Jo doesn't say anything, just opens her mouth and Mark, picking up the vibe, does the same. Martha opens the packet and puts a cigarette in each of their mouths. She does Mark first, then shuffles round the other side of the bed to attend to Jo. 

"Er ... Martha?" Jo mimes the action of lighting up and points to a lighter on her bedside table. She could easily reach and pick it up herself but she wants to make Martha do it. 

Martha gets the lighter, lights Jo's cigarette. Jo blows a mouthful of smoke into Martha's face as she lights her up and Martha has a coughing fit.

"Mark's too," she orders, and Martha trots back around the bed to light Mark's cigarette.

"And fetch us an ashtray, for god's sake!" Jo snaps, "then go stand at the foot of my bed until I think of something else for you to do." 

Martha does what she's told. She delivers the ashtray and goes to stand at the foot of the bed.

"Ooo, I do like having a slave to order around!" announces Jo, giggling.

"Doesn't sound too healthy though, that cough of hers" says Mark.

"It's 'cos she's a non smoker," says Jo.

"And a non fucker," adds Mark, which creases both of them up. 

They finish smoking and Mark slides his hand up Jo's thigh, starts stroking her pussy, turning her on again. 

"Oh yeah, baby, that feels good," purrs Jo and she reaches down for his big, soft, floppy cock. She plays with it, feels it stirring again in her hand. 

"Looks like someone might be ready to fuck me again, pretty soon," she says, grinning at Martha who's looking on miserably from the foot of the bed.

"Lights out Jo, yeah?" says Mark. "I'm gonna make love to you real slow, gorgeous, under the covers, and I don't want your fat friend watching this time. Be better if she just listens in, you know what I mean?"

"Sure honey, but just one thing first," says Jo.

"What, babe?"

"Well, don't you think it's a little unfair that only 2 of the 3 people in this room are naked?"

"Yeah, but the question I have to ask myself is ... do I really wanna see a seriously overweight and fucking ugly chick, butt naked?"

"What, you don't wanna see Fitbody's fit body?" Jo giggles. "C'mon baby, aren't you curious what you've missed out on, choosing to sleep with me?"

"Not really babe but, you know ... okay ... if you insist."

Martha, listening to this, is mortified. "Please, Jo ... please don't make me do that," she whispers.

"Sounds like your little slave girl is none too happy," chuckles Mark.

"Shut up Martha and strip," orders Jo, brooking no argument. 

It's actually like she is talking to a slave now.

Martha, still at the foot of the bed, obeys. Jo has humiliated her so completely this evening that she feels worthless ... she's thinking that maybe she deserves to be treated like a worm by Jo and her new boyfriend. They are so effortlessly superior to her, aren't they?

So she slowly, sadly removes all her clothes until she's stood naked at the end of the bed. She's ashamed of her body at the best of times and having to stand naked in front of Jo and a strange man is a terrible ordeal. It would be awful for her even if they didn't say anything, if they just stared and laughed ... but they make fun of her too, really make fun of her.

"What's that surname of hers, again?" asks Mark, cracking up with laughter.

"Fitbody," giggles Jo.

"Unbefuckinglievable!"

"So, if I'm a 10, what's Martha?" 

"She's a total fucking dog."

"Yeah, we all know that but ... you know ... out of 10?" 

"Minus 4."

"Okay Marth, looks like I'm a 10 and you're a minus 4," giggles Jo, "life's just not fair, is it sweetie?"

"Hey Jo?" says Mark, with an evil grin.

"What, baby?"

"Can I slap her around a little bit? ... slap her fat arse?"

"You mean instead of making mad, passionate love to me?" exclaims Jo in mock horror.

"No, gorgeous ... before I make MPL to you." 

"Will it turn you on, baby, slapping Martha's bare ass?" she asks.

"Reckon it will, yeah."

"So ... then I'll get an even better fuck?" she teases.

"What do you think, baby?" he says, giving Jo a wolfish grin.

"Well in that case, honey, sure you can," laughs Jo. 

"In fact, I insist on it. Martha ... sweetie ... come stand by Mark, then turn around and bend over so he can give your butt a good slapping. You heard him, didn't you? ... it's gonna improve the quality of the fuck I'm about to get ... you do want to improve the quality of my fuck, don't you sweetie?"

Poor Martha shuffles around and gets in position. 

Mark gets up so he can give this the proper attention. He dishes out a long series of hard, satisfying, open hand slaps on Martha's flabby buttocks. 

Jo lazily smokes another cigarette and looks on, enjoying the spectacle ... "harder, sugar, harder" she shouts ... although she can see that Mark is going at it pretty much full throttle. 

"I enjoyed that," grins Mark, a bit flushed, when he's finished and got back into bed.

"God, look at the state of her ass," giggles Jo, "it's red raw. You are such a bastard!"

"So I'm often told. Sexy bastard though, right baby?"

Jo giggles again and she passes him her smoked down cigarette. 

"Wanna do one more thing to her disgusting, flabby ass, sweetheart? ... I can't be bothered with the ashtray."

"Shit, really?" says Mark, checking that he's understanding correctly.

"Yeah baby, really ... stub it out on her ass ... least she'll be doing something useful for a change." 

"Well Martha, looks like I'm not quite finished with your nether regions," Mark jokes and he reaches over and stubs the burning cigarette out on her arse ... the very same arse that he's just finished administering a vicious slapping to. 

Martha knows it's coming, flinches away as she first feels the heat, but Mark makes sure to grind it hard into her buttock until it's fully extinguished. 

Martha is in physical, as well as mental, pain now. She screams for a while and then she slumps on the floor, between the beds, weeping. She just wants to die. 

"Here, baby," Mark passes Jo the cigarette butt to put in the ashtray.

"Oh, just give it to Martha," says Jo.

"What?"

"Give it to Martha, she's missed dinner and she'll be hungry," explains Jo, grinning. "I'd give it to her but she's on your side of the bed, so ..."

"Baby, you are one mean chick," chuckles Mark.

"Martha sweetie, can you hear me?" calls Jo, like she's talking to a retarded child.

No reply ... just something which sounds rather like an animal in distress.

"She can hear you, gorgeous, don't worry," says Mark.

"Dinner time, sweetie ... open your mouth, my boyfriend's got a little something for you." 

"I've got a little something for you too, gorgeous, in a minute," chuckles Mark, nuzzling at Jo's neck and fondling one of her breasts ... "something not so little, in actual fact."

"Oooo, is that a promise, Big Boy?" says Jo, sexily ... she lightly tickles his balls for a few seconds, then she stops and pushes him away. 

"Haven't you got a hungry mouth to feed?" she teases.

It's quite an effort but Mark drags himself away from Jo's luscious body and he leans over to check what's happening with her unfortunate friend. He sees that poor, pathetic Martha has done exactly as instructed. She's lying on her back, eyes squeezed shut, and her mouth is wide open, ready to receive.

"Jesus Christ, she's done it," says Mark, hardly believing what's happening here, "she's lying there with her fucking mouth open!" 

"Why shouldn't she? ... she's my little servant girl ... that right, Marth? ... you're my servant girl, yeah?"

"Poor little bitch," says Mark.

"Yeah, so anyway ... get on with it, sugar, we haven't got all night ... pop it in there and make sure she eats the whole thing, no pretending and then spitting it out, okay? ... oh and make her chew it for a while first, before she swallows ... important that she appreciates the full flavour, you know what I mean?"

"You heard the pretty lady," says Mark, looking down at Martha, laughing at her.

He drops the butt into her mouth and watches until Martha has chewed and swallowed it. She wretches once or twice but just about manages not to throw up.

"She eaten it?" asks Jo.

"Yeah, poor cow," grins Mark. 

"Anything else you wanna do, sugar, before we let her crawl off to bed and listen to us having fabulous sex all night?" 

"Why don't we make her sleep on the floor?" suggests Mark.

"Sure, baby, good idea, "Jo agrees, nodding. 

"Marth, sorry sweetie, my big, hunky man says no bed for you tonight, you're staying down there on the floor ... don't worry, sweetie, you'll still be able to listen to us having fabulous sex all night."

"Plus, I need to take a leak," grins Mark. 

"Oh yeah?" says Jo.

"Yeah baby I do, and the bathroom's right over there, not sure I can be arsed walking that far ... any reason why I shouldn't ... err ... you know? ... why I shouldn't ... "

"None whatsoever, sweetheart," laughs Jo, "hey Marth, you heard that? ... c'mon, get with the programme! ... on your back and mouth open again sweetie, looks like you're getting an after dinner drink ... aren't you the lucky girl this evening?" 

Mark slips out of bed and stands over the abject Martha. He holds his dick and takes aim for her open mouth. Jo shifts her position in the bed so she can get a good view. "Okay baby,fire away" she says, giggling uncontrollably, "I wanna see most of it in her mouth and the rest all over her face. C'mon baby, impress me!"

Mark starts pissing down on Martha. He's deadly accurate and Jo finds the next couple of minutes hilariously entertaining.

"Enjoy that did you, sugar?" asks Jo, after Mark has done the business and got himself nicely snuggled back in bed with her.

"Fuck, yeah!" grins Mark. "Not every day I get to piss on a naked ugly chick."

"Did you enjoy it as much as slapping her fat, disgusting ass?" 

"Bout the same."

"Wanna torture her some more, baby?"

"Nah, let's save it for the morning"

"You got some ideas then, have you honey?" giggles Jo.

Martha, curled up and whimpering on the floor between the 2 beds, is very frightened now and she's started to tremble.

"Yeah loads," says Mark, "haven't you?"

"A few," giggles Jo, "wanna swap a few before we get busy? ... she's listening to every word we're saying, remember."

"Okay, should I go first?"

"Yeah, go for it."

"Well, she can serve us breakfast in bed for a start."

"Hey, that was one of mine!" protests Jo.

"Sorry."

"Okay don't worry, I've got plenty others."

"Go on then," says Mark.

"She can lick my pussy after you've spent the whole of tomorrow afternoon fucking my brains out."

"Oh yuck."

"Yeah, I know," giggles Jo. 

"Then, before you take me for dinner ..."

"Hang on, isn't it my turn?"

"Yeah but listen ... before you take me for dinner, she has to be like my maid and help me make myself look gorgeous for you. She runs my bath, pats me dry with a towel, lays my clothes out for me on the bed ... maybe I make her paint my toenails and stuff like that ... and all the time the poor little thing knows she's not gonna be going anywhere herself 'cos I'll have already told her what's gonna happen."

"What's gonna happen, baby?"

"We're gonna tie her up before we go out, that's what," says Jo.

"What with, baby?"

"With the rope that you're gonna pop out and buy tomorrow morning, sugar."

"After breakfast in bed, right?"

"Right. So we strip her, then we truss her up real tight so she can't move, and then we stick her in the bathtub ... leave her there for hours while we go and have dinner somewhere nice ... maybe go on to a club."

"You finished now?" asks Mark.

"Sure."

"My turn?"

"Sure, baby, tell me."

"It's not as clever as yours."

"Just tell me." 

"Okay, what about we stub a few more cigs out on her butt? ... maybe some other places too."

"Another one of mine, you bastard!" protests Jo.

"Well excuse me, sorry again."

"No problem, sugar. I've got a better one anyway."

"Which is?" asks Mark.

"We go out for lunch on Thursday and, this time, we take her with us."

"We take her with us? ... doesn't sound much fun, baby."

"Okay but listen to this," giggles Jo, "about half an hour before we go, we make her drink maybe 3 litres of water and we don't let her go to the bathroom."

"Oh yeah, fucking evil," grins Mark.

"When we get to the restaurant, we let her sit at our table but she doesn't get to eat and she doesn't get to go to the rest room. She gets more and more distressed, trying to hold back the pee, while me and you just completely ignore her. She sits there, feeling like her bladder's about to burst, while we have a nice, flirty lunch. We pretend she's not there until the inevitable happens and she wets her knickers. When that happens, we keep her sat there, drenched in her own piss, and we start talking about how there's a horrible smell coming from somewhere. Then I call the waiter over and say in a loud voice, so the whole restaurant can hear, that our friend's had a little accident and we apologise for the mess she's made on her chair. Maybe we make the poor cow apologise personally to the manager and offer to pay for the cleaning bill. Can you imagine?"




Three's a Crowd



"Okay, you win," laughs Mark, holding his hands up in surrender.

"Fiendish or what?" giggles Jo.

"I can't compete ... you are one major league bitch, you know that?"

"Gee, thanks," chuckles Jo, "I try my best. Wanna fuck me again now, baby?"

"Is the Pope a Catholic?"

"Lights out please, Martha," Jo orders.

Martha drags herself up and turns off the light. The switch is on the wall between the beds.

"Oh you poor, fat, ugly, helpless creature," Joanna whispers, just before the lights go out. 

Jo and Mark hear Martha slump down on the floor next to the bed. They lie quietly for a time and listen to her whimpering. 

Jo smiles in the darkness, a cruel smile, and she snuggles into Mark's muscular body, trying to imagine how poor Martha is feeling right now. She moans as Mark starts pleasuring her pussy. She's getting wet again and looking forward to the prospect of being fucked all night. She's in heaven. 

"Don't forget to say goodnight to Martha," she whispers into Mark's ear, her fingers stroking teasingly between his legs.

"Goodnight Martha Fitbody," he says.

"Yeah, see you in the morning Marth," says Jo, enjoying the feel of Mark's rapidly hardening cock in her hand.

"Oh and Martha?" she giggles ... "sweet dreams, yeah?"



Three's a Crowd



Ben, Doug and Michelle have been friends since their school days. They always used to hang out together until Ben moved away to university. While Ben was away, Doug and Michelle stayed friends and eventually got together and became an item. They both kept in touch with Ben and a year after he returned from university, he was happy and proud to accept the responsibility of being the best man at the wedding of Doug and Michelle.

A couple of years later, the three are enjoying an evening out at a restaurant. They are all still the best of friends, although Doug and Michelle's relationship is starting to wear a bit thin in places. They enjoy each other's company, but their sex life is in a rut. 

As Michelle leaves the table momentarily, Doug confides in his friend that he feels unfulfilled by the sexual routine he and Michelle have gotten into. He explains how he feels that she doesn't respond to his touch in the way she once did and how the adventure and excitement has drained from their sex life.

Michelle returns and the evening progresses with the three in good spirits. On leaving the restaurant they return to Doug and Michelle's house to watch a film. Ben and Michelle settle themselves on the sofa as Doug goes to make some drinks and popcorn.

Michelle starts to quiz Ben about being single and probing for information about his conquests and sex life. "You see, I've only ever been with Doug," she says. "So sometimes I wonder what I've been missing out on!" she giggles as she puts her hand on his knee.

Ben squirms uncomfortably as she leans over towards him and whispers "Why don't know show me what you do with all those women of yours?"

"No. This is crazy!" Ben hisses in alarm. "You and Doug are my oldest friends. We couldn't...."

"It's okay." intones Doug calmly as he appears, standing behind them. "Go ahead. Maybe you'll teach her a thing or two."

"This is too weird." protests Ben. "We've all been friends for ages. I don't want to ruin things."

"Come on, Ben." goads Michelle. "You know there's never been any jealousy between us. There's no need to worry."

"It's ok Ben." Doug reassures him as Michelle moves her hand up his thigh. "I know you've always been attracted to her. It's something Michelle and I have talked about and we're happy with it as a couple."

"Let me help get things started." says Michelle as she stands up in front of Ben and starts to slowly peel her clothes off. Turning around as she does so, taking every opportunity to give both men a good view of her round hips, pale skin and full, firm breasts.

Facing away from Ben, she bends at the waist to pull down her panties, leaving her completely naked. She stands up and steps out of them, before turning and dropping to her knees in front of Ben.

She sees his erection straining against his pants. Slowly, she works her hand up his thigh before unfastening his trousers. Pulling his cock out, she grips it in her hands and tugs at it gently.

"Mmmm, I like it." hums Michelle.

"Then why don't you give it a little kiss?" suggest Ben cautiously.

Michelle leans over and Ben feels the warmth of her large breasts between his knees. She kisses his cock, before aiming a lick at it. Tentatively, she opens her mouth and wraps her lips around his dick. Slowly, she fellates him as he strips off his his shirt. She stops and helps him to remove his trousers.

They stand facing each other, Michelle with her hands on Ben's shoulders and him with his hands on her curvaceous waist. "So, where do you want me?" she asks.

"On the sofa." he instructs her.

She lies down on the sofa with her legs spread and Ben climbs on top of her. She gasps as he slowly enters her and begins to push his cock into her. He thrusts into her tight pussy as she wraps her arms around him and clings onto his back.

He continues to fuck her tenderly for a few minutes, then withdraws. "What's the matter?" asks Michelle.

"Nothing. I want you to get on your hands and knees now."

"Ummmm, ok." Michelle complies and tentatively turns over onto all fours.

Grabbing her waist, Ben climbs up behind her onto the sofa. He enters her and fucks her again. This time much faster and more forcefully than before. Michelle gasps and pants with pleasure as Ben pounds into her.

Aroused by the spectacle, Doug unfastens his trousers and walks around to the side of the sofa with his erection spilling over his pants. He pushes his hips towards Michelle, who opens her mouth and sucks on her husband's stiff cock. He pushes himself into her mouth, deeper than she's ever taken him before.

Ben pulls his cock out and places his right hand on the back of the sofa. He moves his left hand round from Michelle's hip and pushes his thumb into her pussy. His hand rubs between her thighs and stimulates her clitoris. He rocks his hand over her for a few seconds, moving his thumb back and forth inside her. Then he puts his cock back inside her and continues to fuck her, this time at a less frantic pace, settling on a deep, rhythmic screw. 

His thumb glistens, slippery and wet from being inside Michelle's excited pussy. He pushes his thumb against her ass hole and gently rubs around it as his right hand returns to brace her waist.

With a start, Michelle turns her head and asks "What are you doing?"

"You asked me to show you what I do to women who want me to fuck them, didn't you?"

"Ok, but be gentle with me." insists Michelle as she turns her attentions back to Doug's cock. Ben plays gently with her ass, then slowly applies pressure with the tip of his thumb. Michelle pushes her ass back against him and the first digit of his thumb slips inside her.

"Ohhh, I've never done this before. Go slow." she mumbles around the end of Doug's cock.

Ben keeps the tip of his thumb inside her for a few seconds, then slowly slides it out. Michelle groans with pleasure and Ben slips his thumb back in as he continues to screw her deeply. 

Michelle pushes her hips back onto Ben's cock and his thumb, which slides in almost all the way as his hips bump against her firm, round ass.

"Ohhhh, yes. Keep it there. Don't move!" she commands as she gently sways her ass from side to side, savouring the feeling of her ass amd pussy being filled. "Now pull your thumb out."

Michelle groans with pleasure as he pulls his thumb out. "That feels good. Keep doing it!" Ben obliges and pushes his thumb back inside her ass as she returns to sucking her husband's cock. Michelle fellates Doug with a passion he can't remember her ever showing before, whilst bucking her hips as Ben thrusts into her pussy with his thick, stiff dick and pushes his thumb as far as he can into her ass.

"I need to switch." announces Ben as he pulls him cock out of Michelle. "Doug you sit down on the sofa." suggests Ben as he climbs down, while still keeping his thumb lodged inside Michelle's ass hole.

Doug moves round and starts to remove his clothes as he watches Michelle gyrate her ass back and forth onto Ben's thumb. "Wow, she's really getting into that!" remarks Doug as he sits down.

Ben removes his thumb sharply, followed immediately by a playful spank to her round ass with his right hand. "Sit down on top of him." he says. Michelle obliges and straddles Doug, grinding her hips into him as his cock moves inside her pussy.

Ben stands up on the sofa and puts his hand on the back of her head, guiding her towards his dick. She sucks him, taking him deeply into her throat. She looks up at Ben with her big, doe eyes and they share a minute of eye contact as she fellates him. He can't quite believe that the friend that he secretly lusted over in his teenage years, now the wife of his other best friend, is currently between them as she licks and slurps as his dick.

"Why don't you two lie down?" he suggests, climbing off the sofa. Doug twists round and lies down along the sofa, with Michelle laying down on top of him, still straddling him with his dick inside her.

Ben watches them fuck for a moment, then declares "I think you're ready for this, Michelle." He positions himself behind her and puts the tip of his cock against her ass hole. Slowly he eases the tip inside her and begins to gently thrust himself into her ass.

Michelle's eyes roll back and she lets out a loud groan of pleasure. Ben's cock meets no resistance from her ass and he goes deeper and deeper with every push forward of his hips. Michelle cannot contain her pleasure and orgasms strongly. Her back arches and she digs her fingernails into Doug's shoulders. She lets lets out a large moan, then flops down onto Doug's torso, her long blonde hair falling over his face.

"I think it's past time that you let me have your ass." Doug tells Michelle. Ben climbs off the sofa and Michelle pushes herself up with her arms and moves up off Doug's cock. She grabs it and guides it into her ass, then lowers herself back down and continues to ride him.

Ben moves round towards the side of the sofa and Michelle takes him in her mouth. She groans around his dick as her hips buck frantically against Doug. Ben's cock stifling the her cries of pleasure as she orgasms again.

Recovering her composure, she frees herself from the cocks inside her and pulls herself up. Rolling off the sofa, she gets onto all fours she leans over Doug and wraps her lips around his cock. Forcing her mouth down onto him as far as she can.

Ben approaches her from behind and puts himself back into her ass. He fucks her frantically, his hips slapping against her ass cheeks with every thrust. He fucks her harder and harder until he can take no more.

"Michelle," he pants as he pulls at her hip, "turn around to me." She moves her lips off Doug and turns around on her knees. Before she is even fully facing Ben, she is surprised as his sperm hits her cheek. She closes her eyes and opens her mouth as she settles into position and feels more of his hot sperm dropping onto her face, before feeling his cock being thrust into her mouth. She sucks the last of his sperm from his dick and she feels Doug's hand on her shoulder.

Ben pulls his dick out as Doug tells her to get back onto all fours, directing her into position as he grips her shoulder. He guides his cock into her ass and straight away starts to fuck her deep and hard. The sperm drips from her face. A long string of it dangles from her chin, wiggling back and forth as Doug fucks her faster and faster until he cums deep inside her.

Ben, now sat watching them from the sofa, says "That was fun!" Doug and Michelle both look over their shoulders at him and smile. "We should do this again some time!"



Three's a Crowd



"Tupac, get the fuck out of here..." Dave threw a chewed up rubber ring out the bedroom door and Tupac, his 80lb Doberman/Shepherd mix, grudgingly chased it out of the room down the hall, shooting several jealous glances as he did so, until I shut the door: Tupac thought he was the number two in the house, but I've been taking up more and more of David's attention.

"Fucking dog should be kept outside" I say, lighting up a joint. To be honest, the fucker downright scares me, the way he glares as if I've become a threat, an invader.

"Hey! Just because we're fucking, don't think you can get between Tupac and me... That dog's loyal... You, my sexy whore, are probably giving out that ass all around town..."

"Maybe that's because you're not satisfying me..."

"You cunt! C'mere..."

I slowly walk over to David, who's sitting on the chair beside the bed, gingerly stepping over small piles of dirty clothes, taking two or three short tokes on the joint

I pass it to him.

"Don't" Pssht, "Satisfy... your ass, eh?" Hhhhhh. "We'll see about that... Strip for me, 

my beautiful whore." 

He turns on a radio with a remote. Hot Latin R&B music fills the room. There's a very lusty and mischievous glint in David's eyes; I haven't seen him for two weeks: He works for a company that does geological surveys and he goes out in the bush for weeks at a time, leaving my bush very lonely...

David doesn't speak like you'd think he whould if you were to judge by his looks.He looks like a very tough gangsta rapper, prone to wearing tight white wife-beater shirts and baggy jeans when he's not working. He spends a lot of time in the basketball court in the park down the street listening to deafeningly loud hiphop and smoking blunts with his friends, who are all of a similar style. Still, when he talks, he enunciates every word carefully and rarely uses slang or curses, even then. 

Mostly he only curses when he's with me, when we're fucking or about to fuck: We like to talk dirty and play rough.

I start slowly swaying and gyrating, enjoying the feel of his eyes on my skin. It will be a pretty fast strip because I'm not wearing much: besides my bra and thong, I've only got on a blue cami and Daisy Duke cutoffs... I wanted to look as slutty as possible for him when I rushed over after he called to tell me he was back a week early. 

I slip the straps of my cami over my shoulders and slowly pull it down, past my hips, and let it fall down my legs to the floor. My bra is a thin sheer purple number and I know he can see my nipples, which are always hard.

I take the joint from him for one last hit. I pass it back and hold the smoke in as I rub the tips of my breasts up his thighs and chest, stopping to exhale into his mouth, which I seal with a hot and sloppy kiss. I pull away when he lets me know that he wants much more.

"Slut"

"I am going to make you cum so hard..." I almost sound threatening.

I squat down and lift his right foot to my crotch. I pull of his sock and rub his toes against me. He wiggles his toes and I take off his other sock.

"Hey, when I said strip, I meant you..."

"Shut up," I say, standing up shakily as the pot gains strength in my head, "No talking, you'll need your energy to fuck.".

I unbutton my shorts. One. Button. At. A. Time. In between each button I rub my pussy with a finger or two over the denim, legs parted, my eyes fixedly watching David watch my crotch. I can tell he's getting turned on and I love it. It's as much a tease for me as it is for him because I want to fuck him so bad. I can feel myself beginning to get wet, and my thong is being eaten by my swelling labia.

I close my legs and slllliiiiddddeeee my cutoffs over my hips and let them drop with a slight "wup" from my knees to the hardwood floor. My thong is black cotton, and doesn't quite cover my messy bush which is thick and black, oddly contrasting against my pale skin, darkish brown/auburn hair and freckles. I have no clue which parent to thank that for, but David doesn't seem to mind my thick bush, he even seems to like it, which is good because I'm too lazy to shave and there's no fucking way I'm waxing...

"Uuuuoohh... God I'm getting sooo hot," I rub my self hard, pushing the narrow thong almost inside myself as I simultaneously pull the elastic waistband as high as I can., my labia rolling over each side of my thong, my pubic hair almost completely exposed. 

"Nice, nice..." Says David as he puts out the joint and blows his last haul in a cool stream directed between my legs. "Now turn around, let me see that sweet ass..."

My head is thick with a warm buzz and my skin tingles with the Latin bass as some chick croons sluttishly in a language I don't understand, but I know deep down she's singing about cock. The room feels smaller and I need to concentrate on being steady. I turn and half bend, half squat giving David a good view of my freckled ass. He leans forward and gives me a smart, sharp smack on my right cheek.

It stings like hell and takes a bit of the edge off my stoned haze. I bob my ass up and down and he spanks me a couple more times before grabbing me and burying his face against the floss of the thong. I pull away a foot or two saying, "You gotta wait for it baby..." My ass cheeks are warm and tingling and my thong can barely absorb all the juice from my pussy.

I lean forward and spread my cheeks, small tangles of black hairs poking every which way on either side of the black cotton string. I use a finger to pull the thong to one side, exposing my pink little asshole and I flex to make it pulse a bit, like it's trying to speak...

"You gonna fuck me in the ass baby? You gonna fuck my tight little hole and fill me with your cum? I'm gonna make you cum so hard that I'll need to spit. God I can't wait to feel you fucking my insides... but not yet". I stand and turn and sway to the music once more. I can see a tent in the front of his baggy jeans: he's completely hard. He's gripping the arms of the chair tight as though to stop himself from grabbing himself and jerking off.

I reach between my small breasts and open the clasp of my bra. I open it up and throw my shoulders back as if I was gripping a tennis ball with my shoulder blades, pushing my B-cup tits (with a bit of room to spare) as far in front of me as I can. My nipples are long and hard, almost the size of almonds, the areolas shrunk to almost nothing.

I move forward. "Wanna touch?" 

David reaches his huge hands towards me and palms my breasts, covering them completely. He smooshes them with slow circles and then pinches the nipples with his big thumbs and fingers and pulls me towards him.

"Ooo!" I moan sharply.

My tits are at his seated eye level. He reaches behind me and cups my ass cheeks with his giant hands and sucks greedily at a nipple. I think that this is how breast-feeding must feel like: it hurts like hell but so satisfying.

He alternates from breast to breast, sucking and licking and biting, eliciting little gasps and wincing noises from me. His fingers have worked their way under my thong and he pokes one roughly in my ass as fingers from his other hand slide easily into my swollen and fully lubricated pussy. The pain in my nipples, the soft hot yearning of my slit and the burning/itching of his dry finger forcing into my ass create a smorgasbord of sensations that make my head spin. The pot doesn't help.

He stands up suddenly, easily lifting my sleight frame with him, mouth locked on my left tit, fingers in my ass and pussy. I wrap my legs around him, giving him easier access...

He throws me roughly to the bed, hands scrambling to rip off my thong as I bounce from the impact.

"Two weeks in a tent with two guys... Two weeks and I couldn't even jerk off, thinking of how you blew me at the airport!... Two weeks! I even thought of fucking Brian in the ass, thinking of you!"

He grabs me inside my thighs and spreads my legs until I'm doing a splits. He dives directly for my pussy, all pretense of foreplay out the window, and sucks hungrily on my entire pussy, all hot lips, curious tongue and smooth teeth. He darts between my clit and my asshole, devouring everything in-between; he licks and sucks and probes so much I start to think that he'll eat me dry, but amazingly I get wetter and wetter. 

One of his hands lets go of my leg and reaches up to pinch at my tits: not just the nipples, but all over, making them a bit sore and even more sensitive. His other hand moves down and I feel his fingers working their way back into my swollen and eager holes. This time there is no resistance from either pussy or asshole, as they are both slick from my viscous juice and his hot saliva.

I grab behind my knees and spread wide, letting him work his magic with hand and mouth, as his other hand roughly mashes my breasts. I fantasize that he had a clone, wishing for a hot salty cock to be pushed into my mouth...Which is probably not a great idea since I'm moaning and panting as I feel a very strong orgasm well up deep inside me.

His fingers are hitting all the right places. I don't know how many are in my ass, how many are deep in my pussy. His mouth plants wet kisses and light sharp nibbles. At one point, I feel he's going to work his tongue into my urethra.

My whole body flushes and I begin to cum. Did I mention I'm a squirter? Seriously, I can cum so hard you'd swear it was pee. I buck and I grunt and I scream and I squirt and David locks his mouth on my hot bursting cunt, his fingers pushing all the way in my holes, and he grips my right breast like it was a life preserver, leaving a deep white imprint that will most likely bruise.

"So... I'm not satisfying you, eh?" I feel his fingers exit me not-so-gently, and he stands up. "You feel this? Right now? Slut, this is what you'll think 'unsatisfied' feels like when I get through with you..."

David removes his belt and begins to slap my sopping, swollen mound with it, not softly, but not too painfully: there's an increasingly wet "ThwoP" sound with each lash and I vibrate with orgasmic aftershocks.

He throws the now-wet belt aside, makes a show of ripping off his white wife-beater (I can't help but giggle, even if my head is still thrown into a dizzying ecstasy...) and drops his jeans and boxers. There's a long string of pre-cum hanging from the head of his cock.

We measured his cock once: its six-and-three-eighths inches long, and fairly thick, but not so much to say it was "fat". David insists on reminding me about the three-eighths of an inch, he says that's where the magic is. It doesn't sound huge, but it feels huge, just a tiny bit too big for me to think of it as 'comfortable' when he's all the way inside me.

He reaches to the top drawer of the night table between the bed and the chair and fishes out a bottle of astro-glide.

"Turn over, you beautiful Goddess-Whore." I guess I was going to have six-and-three-eighths inches of David's beautiful cock in my ass...

I turn over and David lifts me up to place a thick pillow under my belly, arching my spine and making my ass open and accessible. I feel his hands roughly spread my cheeks and the next I know his tongue is pushing against my eager little hole, poking first, then with broad flat strokes, then poking again, this time forcing open my muscle ring and sliding fractionally in and out. 

Once or twice he has to stop to pick a hair from his mouth: maybe I'll rethink about shaving or waxing... When he starts licking it feels too good to have him stop for something as silly as a stray pube...

With his tongue still on my button, I feel a fingertip encroach. He moves back, making sure he leaves lots of saliva behind on my... behind, and he slides his index finger into me up to the knuckle. With small squirts of Astro-Glide, he massages and even forces two then three then four fingers into my ass. I reach under my belly, past the pillow and start rubbing my clit with the tips of my fingers. It feels so good: I love feeling something up my ass; it's so fulfilling and dirty at the same time. I imagine several men standing around me, masturbating, waiting for David to finish so they can have a turn fucking me.

David takes his fingers out of me and the next thing I know, he's gripping his shaft and forcing the head of his cock past my tight ring of muscles. He's prepped me too well because my sphincter grants him easy access and within two strokes, I feel his balls slap my pussy and fingertips.

I feel my insides turn into a bowl of micro-waved pudding. I feel heat and a giving softness. I'm aware of an acute pressure and a burning in my clit. David's rhythm becomes fast and my ass becomes hungry. I'm both wide open, so much I feel like I must be super loose, but at the same time I have spasms that make me feel like I'm a vise trying to clamp on David's unstoppable dick. I take deep relaxing breaths, focusing on not tensing up, and my head spins with the effort, the weed and the pleasure.

I feel myself start to lose all control; I want to laugh and cry, shit and cum all at once. My body sucks me in and ties me in knots and I feel both everything and nothing.

"Fuckmyass, fuckmyass, fuckmyass you fucking sexy whore-fuckerrrrrrr! I'm your whore? Fuck me like your fucking whore! Fuckme, fuckme, fuckme..." I can get so filthy when I start to cum...

It takes me a bit to realize that David has a handful of my not-quite shoulder length hair and he's pulling hard and he's slapping one ass-cheek sharply enough to raise welts. My fingers are digging into my own pussy and David keeps thrusting himself deep in my ass, grunting; "FuckFuckFuckFuck..." until he buries himself as deep as he can manage in my sore and swollen ass and floods me with two weeks of cum. I feel him twitch inside me and it sends waves of intense happiness through my core. My muscles flare then tighten and doesn't let go until he becomes limp inside me, then my asshole's spasms spit out first his cock, then his cooling cum, which drips down my pussy and pools on the pillow, while he plants small goose-bump raising kisses on my spine.

He finally rolls of me and pulls me towards him. We begin to kiss, first tenderly and then we escalate to playful biting. I reach down and find that his cock is beginning to stir again...

"Oh baby, you have no idea... another couple of days and I would have fucked Brian!" he growls and I softly pinch his foreskin as punishment, "You are so worth the wait, baby, my beautiful whore, my love slut..." I say nothing, kissing his sweat slick neck and feel him growing harder and harder in my hand, enough so that his foreskin rolls easily off his head. "I kept thinking of the blowjob you gave me at the airport the whole time I was gone... It was the best I ever had... Every night I thought about you and your hot little mouth on my dick, and I was surrounded by smelly, hairy men... Give me another... I want you to suck me again, I want to cum in your mouth and tonight I'll cum in your pussy..."

He's completely hard in my hand and I'm stroking him firmly. I feel a little extra sludge on his cock...

"Go to the bathroom and freshen up, love, and when you get back I'll give you such a good blowjob you'll forget all about the airport..." And I meant it, too... "You have no idea what your special little slut is capable of..."

David throws me a look and I smile and wink at him and lick my lips. He gets up and rushes to get to the bathroom down the hall...

While he's washing up, I fantasize about fucking David and his brother Josh while I softly finger myself, actually surprised that I can get wet again so fast. I gently smear my sore asshole with soft slick juices, salving the raw abuse it just took. It still twitches and my cunt gushes softly, not really cumming, but still experiencing waves of my orgasmic tide. Of course David would never let me fuck Josh, but a girl can fantasize, can't she?

After a couple of minutes David comes back, dick sparkling clean and still rock hard.

"So, are you gonna suck my cock, or what, my sweet whore..." He stands in front of the bed, fists on hips, posing like a handsome black Superman with his proud Supercock. I grab him firmly by the balls, taking care to scrape him a bit wit my nails across his taint, just to let him know who's in charge of this little episode.

"C'mere my cock, and bring that worthless bag of flesh with you," I purr..

"So you thin..."

"Silence, you're my cock-slut for now!" I scold as I guide him across the bed, gripping his tight balls, fingertip poised on his tight sphincter. " Lie down and let your head hang over the edge of the bed..." I get him into the position I want, knowing his blood will rush to his head making my blowjob feel intense...

I kneel forward on the bed between his legs which I've made sure are partially open. I hold the shaft of his cock in one hand, stroking, and tease his tight little hole with a finger on my other. I play with him a bit like this, jerking him off softly and probing gently. After a bit I lean all the way forward and have a small lick of his balls.

I love the texture on my tongue: firm little ripples, puckered almost like a giant raisin. I begin to take large parts in my mouth, one testicle at a time, and suck all the ripples out, pulling deeply and every now and then, humming little vibrations which send gooseflesh racing over his entire body.

After spending some quality time with his balls, I lick down to his hole, circling his tiny muscles with the tip of my tongue, poking the centre a couple of times. It's not the greatest thing in the world: he tastes strong, not so pleasant. But his appreciative moans are worth it and I dive in enthusiastically, the little slut I am. I even manage to get the whole tip of my tongue past his sphincter, in his ass and make him moan like a woman, all the while my left hand strokes his cock, slick once again with pre-cum.

My finger replaces my tongue and slides easily inside him as I lick up his shaft to the head of his cock. My finger explores and the tip of my tongue parts slightly the tip of his cock and the taste of his ass is replaced with the wonderful clear nectar coming out. Pre-cum is the most wonderful drink I can think of, and I wrap my lips around the entire head of his cock, thirsty to taste more.

He grabs my hair and gently tries to force more and more of his cock in my mouth. I look up and see only his arms and heaving chest, his head thrown back over the edge of the bed. I slide more and more of his cock towards my throat, my tongue working furiously, my teeth touching gently, and I create a steady sucking vacuum.

"Mmgrlph!!" I try pull away, but David holds my hair tight and forces his cock a fraction deeper. I hear a soft growl behind me, half whining and pathetic.

Tupac!

I become a bit afraid not knowing if the damned dog is about to bite me or molest me - David's head is thrown back in ecstasy and is oblivious to our intruder. 

"Mmmrlgh! Mmmmmnnk"

"Fuck yeah, don't stop, oh god, your finger in my ass... Oh fuck, I think I'm gonna come soon... I love your hot little mouth baby, I love fucking your mouth my dirty little slut. I want to fuck you fuck you, fuckyou, fuckyou..." He's thrusting into my mouth almost from head to balls. 

David doesn't let go and my head is spinning. 

Maybe I could blame the weed, or that David's about to cum soon and that I want to please David so much and he loves it when I'm soooo dirty; like the time we went to the pool-hall and I was going commando under my short red dress, and showed my pussy to anyone who checked me out enough and at one point even let a guy watch as I slid the entire neck of David's beer up inside myself as his date's back was turned to me...

Or maybe it's because it's time I asserted my authority and showed Tupac exactly who's in control because I'm sick of his seemingly judgmental looks and threatening demeanor...